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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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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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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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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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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There is an hour at night full of an awesome wonder,
When universal silence o'er the whole world lies
And when the cosmic chariot rolls, wakening no thunder,
Into the sanctuary of the skies.
The dark of chaos comes, land, sky and water merging;
Sleep Atlas-like treads earth, its weight like lead;
The gods with dreams prophetic fire the virgin
Soul of the Muse; all else is dead.
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Your whole way with shining evil's coal
Margaret, they all do bravely judge.
What's your fault? The body sinned as such,
Innocent you have retained your soul.
To all people it's the same, I know,
To all nodded with a blurry smile.
And with this sorrowful semi-smile
You have wept yourself long time ago.
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Quiet… beneath an endless sky, I stand
A hush settles, lingering where I am
Stillness wraps around my gaze
And silence speaks what words cannot
If only you were here with me now
Beside me—so close our breaths would meet
Your presence brushing softly against mine
Within the reach of my waiting hands
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I discern the truth, yet I remain blind,
A brotherhood forged in the concrete's grind.
Reserve your judgment of a father's name,
Until you've walked the fire and borne the same.
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The only answer shines
In the great atmosphere
With flying colours,
Very few people read the answer
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Hope in the soul
Sings a tune
It never stops
It never leaves the room
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They marched beneath old crosses,
wrapped in flags of red and white,
speaking loud of "taking back"
a country no one owns by right.
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Four hundred days I had to run,
Beneath the shadows and the sun.
I spun the world and made it fly,
While you could only watch and sigh.
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Four hundred days, a blink, a sigh,
When laughter rings and spirits fly.
But some days crawl, a heavy chain,
Four hundred days of sun and rain.
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I saw you,
not once.
My heart gave me the task.
Task that testing like a honey.
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σαν το νερό που για αιώνες γλύφει ένα βράχο, η διάβρωση του θα φανεί καθώς το νερό στερέψει.
δεν ήταν για αιώνες μα για μια στιγμή ένιωσα πως είδα μια πηγή, λίγο να ξαποστάσω,
ήταν τόσο όμορφη, τόσο καθαρή που αποφάσισα να πλύνω την καρδιά μου.
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The sins of the Garden is inevitable
Every blood on the dirt came prewired
Why would my fruit be deemed unsuitable
When time is a child snow haired
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De wereld is zo slecht nog niet
het groener gras dat elders ziet
dat het gewoon zo groen ook was
de mensen die en masse de straat op gaan
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When the red phoenix flowers fall,
Summer trembles down the wall,
A bicycle waits beside the rain,
Carrying youth through joy and pain.
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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
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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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