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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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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Wandl' ich in dem Wald des Abends
Through the wood when I am wandering
In the dusky eventide,
Goes a dainty form in silence
Always closely at my side.
Is not this thy veil, the white one?
This the gentle face I love?
Is it merely moonlight breaking
Through the gloomy firs above?
Is that sound the sound of weeping
From mine own eyes welling deep?
Or dost thou, Beloved, truly
Walk to-night by me and weep?
Es ragt ins Meer der Runenstein
The Runic stone from the sea rears high
Where I sit and dream and ponder;
The winds they pipe; the sea-gulls cry;
The billows foam and wander.
Oh, many a maiden loved have I,
With many a lad gone roaming—
Where are they now? The winds, they sigh-
The billows wander foaming.
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Wild eyes—and faces ashen grey
That strain through lofty prison bars
To see the everlasting stars,
Then turn—to slumber as we may:
Even as we are, so are they,
And here is peace for all who know
The stars still follow where we go,
When heaven and earth have passed away.
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During the spring in my riverine country
Green is every big and small tree,
Soft is every blade of grasses on soil
Cute is every mole and hill;
Love flies here at this romantic time
Singing the most thrilling rhyme,
Seeing here this nature
Anyone can draw its features;
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The clouds were angry (as sometimes they are)
They boiled with wrath and with rage,
No longer were they fluffy or sinless-
But had turned to its opposite fevered page.
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I'm sending you kisses through the clouds,
so when it rains, it touches your lips.
I'm too possessive to share,
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Sometimes it feels empty,
Like the space in the heart of an orphan,
It feels so scary, like betrayal,
Not royal, just the burden of emptiness,
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Time flies so quickly like a speeding jet
Caring for no one, waiting for none
Making life seem fast, luxury to get
Time heals wounds, time create bonds
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The world feels wrong, the path unclear,
Led by hands that cause such fear.
I see the cracks, the growing strain,
And silence feels like pouring rain.
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The sun shines now, though clouds may hide,
And rain has fallen, deep inside.
Accept the sky, both grey and blue,
And know the change will see you through.
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This world,
is in this church,
This church,
is in this world.
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Blackbirds squabble on the garden rail,
Wings flapping wildly, a noisy tale.
Beaks snap and claws clash over seeds,
All caught up in their greedy needs.
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Red chest flashing, tiny feet tap,
A wiggle, a hop—then a worm in its lap!
Peck, snatch, nibble, vanish—gone,
Our cheeky robin acts like dawn's own con.
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In the corner of the field, there it lies,
A big hairy pig with mud on its eyes.
We tiptoe close, it doesn't budge,
Just snorts and dozes—won't hold a grudge.
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I wandered to the farm one sunny day,
With a bag of feed I'd bought on the way.
A goat appeared with a gleam in its eye,
I thought, "Just some nibbling—oh, how sly! "
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The synonymous world is
The real need of time,
Only it can inculcate a different feeling
Even with its synonymous stature,
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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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