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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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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.
Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.
Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.
Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd,
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Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends.
From the nuts we shell time and we teach it to walk:
then time returns to the shell.
In the mirror it's Sunday,
in dream there is room for sleeping,
our mouths speak the truth.
My eye moves down to the sex of my loved one:
we look at each other,
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It's a modern blunder,
but that's why i wonder.
My thoughts are roaming,
and roving to someone's ear
and that brings fear.
They call it schizophrenia,
but i call it a woe, a weight -
on my chest, a pain inside my brain.
No matter how hard i resist,
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The night I found you, I started wondering for once, am I happy?
I saw the light in the sky a month ago, when you walked in,
eyes that said, "please help me."
Lost, confused, like you knew where you were sitting
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Today I looked into a mirror
I seen you not a ghost or a shadow but a person a person
that looked broken and cracked a person while reflecting that also seemed like it was me,
but it wasn't me it was you.
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To grow within, a simple quest,
With two kind words, put to the test.
Not grand speeches, nor fancy art,
Just humble spirit, a open heart.
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I reach the peak of happiness
whenever I help
a soul in need;
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The sun is different today, as if it rose with something in its eyes not bright and loud like yesterday, but softer, as if it tries to understand the way I feel when everything feels out of place, when even silence starts to speak in corners I can't quite erase.
I stepped out and let it drop over my face, my heavy mind, and suddenly I forgot the things I'm trying not to find.
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Before you, happiness was a rumor, a faraway song
I could hear but never quite feel.
And then you came
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before you I thought love was a thing far off
a constellation beautiful enough to look at, but too fragile to touch.
Then you showed up.
Quiet.
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در گلشـــــــن بهــــــــار خودم میزنم قدم
با عــــــزت و وقـــــــار خودم میزنم قدم
صبح امید و چشمه ی خورشید اگر نبود
در شـــــامگاهی تـــــار خودم میزنم قدم
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No cloud yet,
but there may be rain tomorrow --
birds have been waiting expectantly,
their eyes asking for a little rain,
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For You
(John Denver)
To see your eyes, a gentle gleam,
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A young woman sits in a Cafe staring at the coffee cup, crying softly.
She reads a letter from her purse and stains the paper with her tears.
No one knows her troubles, she's only left with loneliness and painful memories.
Loss is etched in her face, she will never be the same.
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Lost In Somehow
The night's turned dark
Moon's in full bloom
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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 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
...
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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