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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It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.
To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life's Tragedy.
To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.
This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.
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Everything’s looted, betrayed and traded,
black death’s wing’s overhead.
Everything’s eaten by hunger, unsated,
so why does a light shine ahead?
By day, a mysterious wood, near the town,
breathes out cherry, a cherry perfume.
By night, on July’s sky, deep, and transparent,
new constellations are thrown.
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Alone in the wild, forty days long,
No friendly face, no comforting song.
Just sand and sky, and whispers within,
A battle fought, where shadows begin.
Gethsemane's garden, dark and deep,
His friends were near, but they fell asleep.
He prayed in anguish, tears on the ground,
A heavy burden, nowhere around,
To share the weight, the coming pain,
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I'd love to know what is love, in general
Emotional feelings of happiness?
I've yearned so long for unconditional love
The love of no limitations
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Morning comes with uncertainties, as I pour out my heart for you, your eyes gaze on mine, while you utter your voice and my heart gets captured in a love daydream, I recall our first kiss as my first time being in heaven.
You're the promised world I once heard about; you give light to my world, our hearts share a song that is understood by only us my rock, my delight walk with me to the eternal love.
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I know back home I don't have much, truth be told I need you to love me, even chains glow and break but I swear this is my last affection, my feelings for you are perpetual as they keep glowing and overflow my heart, everyone has a right to chase their dreams and it happened you're my desire.
I'm a perfect imperfection, I just need admiration, finally you made me meet my feelings out the mud, allegiance from past relationships, I guess I'm tainted, if it was the end of the world, I'd hold my breath for you.
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I am different, and I know—
there's strength in how my thoughts can flow.
I notice things in my own way,
and speak with clarity each day.
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I could tell, the world was about to end, when I lost you for a minute, over my selfish mistake, for me everything that mattered was lost in a wind, my actions peeled an onion and left both hearts in tears, self-medication felt like suicide on a rainy day.
Lust came in my dreams, I was sleepy enough not to remember how I disconnected our love, but memories of me and you never fade away, as if you were looking down on me, I asked myself, 'what should I call myself', you were hurt by the one you love, I lost my mind.
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In my mind, I was just a cub
Not knowing how ruthless I was
Until sorrows inflicted my nights
My desires took another toll as well
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Before this love, the was a doubt concerning the genuineness of it, surprisingly the love was unconditionally, with less it grew
Arguments went from nothing to rare, with massive temptation nor issues we eliminated with communication.
A beautiful creature, I know what you are. Our love is a fire inside and it'll burn forever, no one else was built for your heart but I snatched it down.
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Love is an infection that no doctors nor healers can heal, as I wake up every morning thinking that I'm going to meet my one, while inside this infection there's money, argument, affection, intimacy and joy, giving out always seems to be the mandate
Only if living alone in this world would make my life very easy, if only I can close the gap that I have deep within, because I'm always longing for someone to love me in the way the world will not matter to me
When I look down my window, I always see everything I dream about and wish I had, as I woke up in the middle of the night and turn, then I realize I am alone, I've tried reading 365 thinking in one of the pages I will find what is called love, only to realize all the pages are the same, empty promises and false hope
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Love that is tornadic, I squeeze out my heart for you, as we dilute it with yours, in a world that needs peace, friends ain't nothing to us, and we're all food of worms after all, but my love for you is beyond the graves.
I read out my desires of you, poetically my heart rhythms love loudly hell with what love has done in the past, blindness I wanna create eternal commitment with you.
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Boredom sparks my mind to see,
Ideas come so naturally.
Discomfort lingers, won't let go,
And shapes the words I need to show.
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I am too young to die, but my death is very soon. The Lord and Satan himself been sending me back to earth saying there's no room for me either in hell or heaven.
My people are more confused thinking this is the start of my life but am afraid it's not. Temptation keeps dragging me to unhealthy lifestyle, taking big risks and unwanted behaviour. I know I'm young, but it seems like this world always offer me things that are not my age.
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I'd write all day long about you
But its funny cause words got no meaning that could match you
A dream that is unthinkable
I just wanna watch you get old and older
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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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