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.
...
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.
...
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
...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
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 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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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
...
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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Lord, make me tolerant and wise;
Incline my ears to hear him through;
Let him not stand with downcast eyes,
Fearing to trust me and be true.
Instruct me so that I may know
The way my son and I should go.
When he shall err, as once did I,
Or boyhood folly bids him stray,
Let me not into anger fly
And drive the good in him away.
Teach me to win his trust, that he
Shall keep no secret hid from me.
Lord, strengthen me that I may be.
A fit example for my son.
Grant he may never hear or see
A shameful deed that I have done.
However sorely I am tried,
Let me not undermine his pride.
In spite of years and temples gray,
Still let my spirit beat with joy;
Teach me to share in all his play
And be a comrade with my boy.
Wherever we may chance to be,
Let him find happiness with me.
Lord, as his father, now I pray
For manhood's strength and counsel wise;
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Nobody heard him, the dead man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was much further out than you thought
And not waving but drowning.
Poor chap, he always loved larking
And now he's dead
It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
They said.
...
I went to you,
You went asleep,
I called you a thousand times,
You did not speak,
After you there was no one to see,
There was no one to feel,
There was no one to listen,
Thy visions,
Thy sensations,
Thy voices...
...
Old leaves are falling off,
New leaflets emerging with flaming beauty.
Nothing old can stay.
Many old rivers have lost their path,
...
The collar was leather, the title was grand,
The finest protector in all of the land.
We gave him the hills and the flock for his keep,
To stand as a wall 'tween the wolves and the sheep.
...
Drumming At Icon Park...Never Remembered
Missed you, Blue Man Group
Drumming at Icon Park
...
A seed so small, a creeping fear,
Of losing hold, of feeling near
The bottom rung, the fading light,
This fear takes root and spawns a blight.
...
No sentence is perfect—
the sense stays,
yet it can be written better.
...
I looked in the mirror, a familiar person is there.
I pretended not to care, as the person will go away.
I looked down to the feet, but I didn't notice.
Looked to my left, it's a left hand.
...
A word went out, a bitter sting,
Trump at Céline, harsh words to fling.
He called her 'woke, ' an 'insult' grim,
To faith and God, a twisted hymn.
...
पैरों में घुंघरू पहन के मुझसे मिलने आना
मेरी गलियों से होके आना, राह भटक ना जाना
राह में तेरी चाहत को मैं फूलों से सजाऊं
तू मेरी है और मैं तेरा, ये बात कभी ना भूलना
...
An Empire's Death.
The year was fourteen fifty-three,
May twenty-ninth, a day to flee.
...
It's never in the eyes rather,
It's in the way those eyes hold you bare,
Caress you in it's ravishing care,
Makes you dare to share a crumbling humbling stare.
...
Go gently into the light
go gently into the light
...
Thou hast crossed fifty-five milestones in thy life on earth,
All by HIS Grace thou hast travelled so far to reach fifty-six,
Thou hast to travel till thou to reach nth milestone,
But Thy nth Milestone is in HIS Hands,
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
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:
...
(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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
...
you put this pen
in my hand and you
take the pen from you put this pen
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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