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 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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Flowers in their freshness are flushing the earth,
And the voice-peopled forest is loud in its mirth,
And streams in their fulness are laughing at dearth—
Yet my bosom is aching.
There’s shadow on all things—the shadow of woe—
It falls from my spirit wherever I go,
As from a dark cloud drifting heavy and slow,
For my spirit is weary.
Ah! what can be flowers in their gladness to me,
Or the voices that people the green forest tree,
Or the full joy of streams—since my soul sighs, ah me!
O’er the grave of my Mary.
Under the glad face of nature, her face
Hath carried down with it all beauty and grace;
Pale is it there in that dark silent place—
Mary! oh Mary!
Children are by me—her children; oh God!
To see where their feet have unwittingly trod,
Tiny tracks in the loam of the new broken sod
Betwixt them and their mother!
Betwixt them and the true one who loved us in truth,
Who bore them, and died ’mid the hopes of her youth!
Who would live in a world where nor anguish nor ruth
May avail the bereaved ones.
Yet must I live, lest her spirit should say,
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When you're up against a trouble,
Meet it squarely, face to face;
Lift your chin and set your shoulders,
Plant your feet and take a brace.
When it's vain to try to dodge it,
Do the best that you can do;
You may fail, but you may conquer,
See it through!
Black may be the clouds about you
And your future may seem grim,
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The way you shout as if i'm in the wrong
The cruel lies I've been told over time
Sometimes i will question if i belong
It's like an impossible mountain climb
I know im not selfish for loving me
tried to help myself to escape this cage
I cant help but feel i want to be free
I wish i could start a new, a clean page
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Carpe Diem Poem: Bloom Before the Fall
The mirror tells a quiet truth,
The rose will fade, the sun will pale;
Youth is fire that cannot last,
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Carpe Diem Poem: This Hour Alone
Why haunt tomorrow with trembling fear,
When now is breathing, near, and clear?
The future hides behind a veil,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Against the Current
Time moves like rivers, fierce and fast,
No dam, no plea, no whispered prayer;
It cannot halt, it cannot bend,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Hidden Gold
The morning hums beneath my feet,
A sparrow shakes the waking air;
The kettle sings, the sunlight spills,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Now or Never
The hour waits for no one's plea,
The wind does not recall the past;
Each moment lost is gone for good,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Treasure the Moment
I do not chase the gilded chest,
Nor hoard the silver, gold, or stone;
The world's rich wealth cannot compare
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Carpe Diem Poem: Sweetness Before Shadows
The candle burns, its wax runs low,
The night will come, the end will call;
Yet here I taste the fleeting flame,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Defy the Hour
Time hammers doors with patient hands,
It claims the young, it claims the old;
But I will not bow to ticking chains,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Tenderness of Time
We walk on glass beneath the sun,
Our breaths as fragile as the light;
Each heartbeat whispers we are brief,
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Carpe Diem Poem: The Hour Is Yours
No chain can bind the breath you draw,
No law can seize the moment near;
The present waits with open hands,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Meaning in Motion
The stars do not ask if we care,
The wind does not wait for our choice;
The world spins on, indifferent, vast,
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Carpe Diem Poem: Speak Your Love
Do not wait for perfect hours,
Nor bow to time's unyielding claim;
The heart that lingers in tomorrow
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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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