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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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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He listened at the porch that day,
To hear the wheel go on, and on;
And then it stopped, ran back away,
While through the door he brought the sun:
But now my spinning is all done.
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He sat beside me, with an oath
That love ne'er ended, once begun;
I smiled--believing for us both,
What was the truth for only one:
And now my spinning is all done.
3
My mother cursed me that I heard
A young man's wooing as I spun:
Thanks, cruel mother, for that word--
For I have, since, a harder known!
And now my spinning is all done.
4
I thought--O God!--my first-born's cry
Both voices to mine ear would drown:
I listened in mine agony--
It was the silence made me groan!
And now my spinning is all done.
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Bury me 'twixt my mother's grave,
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To grow old is to lose everything.
Aging, everybody knows it.
Even when we are young,
we glimpse it sometimes, and nod our heads
when a grandfather dies.
Then we row for years on the midsummer
pond, ignorant and content. But a marriage,
that began without harm, scatters
into debris on the shore,
and a friend from school drops
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It's the year of the horse and celebrations commence
They are strong yet contained within a fence
They are noble and as courageous as can be
Yet regardless of these traits they don't seem to be free
People boss them and make them do work
Yet scold them and punish when they lurk
For they don't see the beauty and strength that horses give
They don't see that being free is the horses motive to live
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Mahler's Symphony No.8: A Celestial Requiem
By William He
Clouds part, a jagged seam of light,
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The crisp night breeze off the leas signals a need for evening fire
In ashes an ember, a glow, a spark to remember of afternoon's desire
A breath, a blow ignites and does grow into a whispering flame
erasing shadows that shrink, rise and sink, darkness to tame
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Gleeful daffodil,
When I behold you, sadness
From my heart departs.
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Denis Martindale rehearses
As he recites with care,
Thousands and thousands of verses,
Line after line to share.
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A feeling -
to lose myself
and to find again,
somewhat different.
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The question hangs, a friendly air,
'How are you? ' light and free of care.
Yet deep inside, a shadow lies,
A story hidden from their eyes.
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Why do I hate myself?
Why do I cry at the little things about my body?
Why do I think too hard about things that are "just jokes"?
Why am I like this.
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It is five in the morning.
Night is slowly fading and the day has not fully begun.
The sky is clear and calm.
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I lied to you,
I'm sorry I am.
I lied.
I said I didn't care,
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When all the world around us bends and breaks,
Do not weep, my love let your heart rest in mine.
What drifts away returns with tender stakes,
Transformed by time, by fire, by love's design.
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Trapped.
A coal miner's worst nightmare.
A blast that goes too deep, too quick, too much
Bringing me to my knees.
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For our fragile new life, I offered not wealth, nor the pride of ostentatious, but a quiet, tender pledge of love from a husband who believed his heart was seen, understood.
Yet silence answered me, dense and cold, like fog settling over a desolate moor,
smothering hope in its heavy veil.
I spoke to you with reverence,
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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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