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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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HYD, Absolon, thy gilte tresses clere;
Ester, ley thou thy meknesse al a-doun;
Hyd, Jonathas, al thy frendly manere;
Penalopee, and Marcia Catoun,
Mak of your wyfhod no comparisoun;
Hyde ye your beautes, Isoude and Eleyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.
Thy faire body, lat hit nat appere,
Lavyne; and thou, Lucresse of Rome toun,
And Polixene, that boghten love so dere,
And Cleopatre, with al thy passioun,
Hyde ye your trouthe of love and your renoun;
And thou, Tisbe, that hast of love swich peyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may disteyne.
Herro, Dido, Laudomia, alle y-fere,
And Phyllis, hanging for thy Demophoun,
And Canace, espyed by thy chere,
Ysiphile, betraysed with Jasoun,
Maketh of your trouthe neyther boost ne soun;
Nor Ypermistre or Adriane, ye tweyne;
My lady cometh, that al this may distevne.
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A lone gray bird,
Dim-dipping, far-flying,
Alone in the shadows and grandeurs and tumults
Of night and the sea
And the stars and storms.
Out over the darkness it wavers and hovers,
Out into the gloom it swings and batters,
Out into the wind and the rain and the vast,
Out into the pit of a great black world,
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We shall explain our reasons better
In gloomy rainbow days,
Sitting before the firelight
Of the smiling nights.
When grudges are long gone
And childhood/youth malice stands abash.
When the happy tales of old days
Bottles the hostile instincts half dead in us.
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Sometimes I lack the rage
To ink the poets page
There's a blur of this or that
Short verses falling flat
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Old...Yet Young
To regress to a time when...
Technology moved slower:
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So heartless the master
To take all, to ravage, a savage
Leaving nothing to reclaim
Passion lost, squandered and scattered
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You weren't mine, not for a second
There was no destiny for you and me
But somehow, I've always felt you…I ‘ve known you
Like a whisper that echoes endlessly through my mind
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I wear my armor, sharp and tight,
A queen of ice, a frozen sight.
The world carved scars, then called me strong,
Taught me I must not need belong.
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The evening falls in quiet grace,
A gentle hush in time and space.
The calm sea breathes, so smooth, so deep,
While the world has gone to sleep.
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Our planted seeds sprout memories
Graceful blooming remedies.
We welcomed life
Drummed a beat
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In a starless sea of silence, I drown, my love,
Yet hear the unstruck lute's wild, secret fire—
The Eternal's pulse, the void's deep, drumming heart.
No player stands in view, no map is drawn.
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Voices rise from knowing's horizon,
whispers that kindle a deeper fire,
each recalling the Source,
each known by the One who remembers.
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Bitterbessie dagbreek
Bitterbessie blou
Jou lojaliteit
is 'n aap in die mou
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Why the angel is blamed for all the evil?
While the other being applauded for every good?
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My heart leaks out love I have for you, while my veins ain't loud enough to spit my affection towards you, my body can't deny what you are, as my organs are in duet admiring the person you are, while my love for you evolve with time.
You're my lovebug in a crowded world of cruel kind, while I stumble across mistakes and wrongs, all you saw was an innocent man, I wanna give your heart the satisfaction of companion and tenderness, you deserve the notoriety.
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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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