Poems
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
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It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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O, what is that whimpering there in the darkness?
'Let him lie in my arms. He is breathing, I know.
Look. I'll wrap all my hair round his neck' - 'The sea's rising,
The boat must be lightened. He's dead. He must go.'
See - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses,
The cloud of white faces, in the black open boat,
And the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover
And wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
'Come, lady, he's dead.' - 'No, I feel his heart beating,
He's living, I know. But he's numbed with the cold.
See, I'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'No. We can't keep the dead, dear. Come, loosen your hold.
'Come. Loosen your fingers.' - ' O God, let me keep him!' -
O, hide it, black night! Let the winds have their way!
And there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness,
To fret the bare seas at the breaking of day.
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Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.
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The feeling of love is something magical
No, not true
Magic is made up, it is a lie
Love isn't a lie, it's a feeling of freedom inside a person
The love I feel is so strong
Strong like your gaze
The love I feel is hidden in myself
You have the key
I gave myself away to someone who used it as scraps
Another photo in the gallery of art
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There once was a lonely abandonee,
Who sat on grass under a willow tree,
Left all alone, feeling so forlorn,
With a broken heart and a sleeve all torn.
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by Emdad Shah
Silent night of the village land Draped in the velvet deep
Over the bamboo canopy
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'The Authentic Reader'
I wrote the old woman down
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हाथ में तिरंगा, दिल में वतन,
कर देंगे गद्दारों को दफन!
तिरंगा हाथ में, आग दिल में है,
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Con todo cariño, con todo el amor del más antiguo, del más allá, te encuentro hoy en nuestro tiempo. Estoy esperándote a que despiertes, así como lo hice yo al oír tu linda voz cantando nuestra más bella y linda canción.
Soy el gorrión triste, caído de cabeza, que colgó sus alas en una nube oscura que se las llevó. Hoy no vuelo por los aires como el ángel que era cuando me atreví a amar a una sabrosa y linda abeja color de miel, con corazón de piedra y el alma negra, que nunca quiso y nomás estuvo por el brillo de las monedas que iluminaban el ego de su más añorada ilusión: un arcoíris en un ramo de rosas llenas de espinas y hojas secas que murieron mucho antes del ayer.
Hoy, al despertar con tu canción dulce y fuerte, el bajosexto vibrando en los más profundos deseos de mi corazón, hoy late fuerte, lleno de vida por volver a atreverse al amor, al querer. Con estas palabras humildes te dejo ser. Y en mis más profundos deseos vuelvo a creer, vuelvo a nacer, y la luz de tu lucero vuelve a iluminar lo más profundo de mi penumbra.
El día en que te mire, te bese, te dé todo lo que soy y más de lo que seré, ese día cantarán los ángeles, bailarán demonios y en el divino celestial Dios llorará de gusto por volver a vernos juntos como siempre tuvo que ser.
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The stars hold their stations in the infinite sky,
Each planet performs its ordained cosmic role,
Seen and unseen unite as the ages pass by,
In harmony guided by one balancing soul,
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For Your Eyes Only
Beneath the moon, beneath the sky,
A silent shadow passes by.
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On the sixth of October,2026,
let the world pause for a moment..
let millions of hearts,
across continents and oceans,
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On the sixth of October,2026,
let the world pause for a moment..
let millions of hearts,
across continents and oceans,
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She marched, rather than wandered.
She marched in the wilderness of Widowhood
without windows of hope, of help.
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She marched, rather than wandered.
She marched in the wilderness of Widowhood
without windows of hope, of help.
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
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If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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Indoors by technology, outdoors by speedy transport
I travel the world
Today in Japan, tomorrow in Rome,
Next day by an ancient civilization or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory,
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The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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The Peace Warrior of Mzansi — among heroes, a colossus!
Sun of the Nation, a rare gift of Providence.
Once entangled in the web of a racist succubus,
Unruffled, he declares before High Justice:
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(This is a composition in Pilipino Language the first one I did, the only one, and hope some of the Filipinos will get this funny poem in this site. The poem is updated with English translation)
Noong taong otsenta dekada
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Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
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Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
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you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
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On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
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"Come, pretty birds, present your lays,
And learn to chaunt a goddess praise;
Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be
Employ'd to serve her deity:
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If you had the choice of two women to wed,
(Though of course the idea is quite absurd)
And the first from her heels to her dainty head
Was charming in every sense of the word:
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A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.
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Between us now and here -
Two thrown together
Who are not wont to wear
Life's flushest feather -
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"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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