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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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 Year of the Sorrows went out with great wind:
Lift up, lift up, O broken hearts, your Lord is kind,
And He shall call His flock home where no storms be
Into a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea.
There shall be bright sands there and a milken hill,
They shall lie in the sun there and drink their fill,
They shall have dew and shade there and grass to the knee,
Safe in a sheltered haven out of sound of the sea.
He shall bind their wounds up and their tears shall cease:
They shall have sweetest pillows and a bed of ease.
Come up, come up and hither, O little flock, saith He,
Ye shall have sheltered havens out of sound of the sea.
The first day of New Year strewed the sea with dead.
Lift up, lift up, O broken heart and hanging head!
The Lord walks on the waters and a Shepherd is He
They shall have sheltered havens out of sound of the sea.
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These fine days have been my ruin.
On this kind of day I resigned
My job in 'Pious Foundations'
On this kind of day I started to smoke
On this kind of day I fell in love
On this kind of day I forgot
To bring home bread and salt
On this kind of day I had a relapse
Into my versifying disease.
These fine days have been my ruin.
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I started liking him,
He was with someone else,
I know he is the one I want,
He Don't know about me,
I know he can never be mine,
He started talking to me,
I know I love him,
He saw his love is married to someone else,
I know I can't live without him,
He started to explore with me,
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My pillow is sweating.
Overload on shoulders holding down.
Heart is delivering massage
'sun come, come now'.
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Her breathing problems had returned.
She's in the hospital.
And so her family have yearned,
'God grant a miracle! '
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I have had enough of people screaming at the top of their lungs of words that lose their meaning before they even reach us of noise pretending to be truth.
The Noise is no longer in control the Noise is no longer telling people what to do the Noise is no longer writing on pages with a pen of fear.
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On butterfly wings colors painted
Truth floating shades to eyes tainted
Fluttering hues and patterns imbue
Each a different moth they view
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The village sees the deacon's robes, the silver at his chest,
They hear the prayers of Ayenou, and think his soul is blessed.
But I have seen the serpent's coil beneath the holy word,
I've lived the truth of treachery that goes on all unheard.
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The sky does not discriminate in its reaching—
it settles over every street, every roof, every field
with the same patient weight of blue and weather.
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The world draws its lines as if they are permanent,
as if ink cannot bleed, as if borders cannot forget themselves.
On those lines, she is often expected to pause—
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There are promises the world makes softly
so they do not sound like obligations breaking in real time.
Equality is one of them—spoken in speeches,
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The world is often heavier in her direction
without ever admitting it has shifted.
It begins with small distributions of expectation—
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The world keeps a record, though not always fairly—
some entries bold, some erased by habit,
some written in ink that fades under the heat of being overlooked.
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Before the first appointment is missed, the day is already overbooked.
Care is divided into fractions:
childhoods guided, elders supported, households held together
with the invisible tape of repetition and responsibility.
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She wakes where the world begins asking too much—
before the kettle speaks, before the sky agrees to brighten.
There are lists already waiting in her mind:
what must be done,
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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
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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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