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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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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Come closer, kind, white, long-familiar friend,
Embrace me, fold me to thy broad, soft breast.
Life has grown strange and cold, but thou dost bend
Mild eyes of blessing wooing to my rest.
So often hast thou come, and from my side
So many hast thou lured, I only bide
Thy beck, to follow glad thy steps divine.
Thy world is peopled for me; this world's bare.
Through all these years my couch thou didst prepare.
Thou art supreme Love-kiss me-I am thine!
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Keep me from going to sleep too soon
Or if I go to sleep too soon
Come wake me up. Come any hour
Of night. Come whistling up the road.
Stomp on the porch. Bang on the door.
Make me get out of bed and come
And let you in and light a light.
Tell me the northern lights are on
And make me look. Or tell me clouds
Are doing something to the moon
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He only wanted to be himself.
But they wanted him to be normal.
They despised what made him different,
yet he still loved them.
To escape the disgust in their eyes,
he became the version of himself they desired —
not realizing that with every lie,
his soul was fading.
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He lived lonely
His wife passed away
He was struck with an illness
For six years confined he to his bed
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Forever is not a long time
if you waste even a second of it;
because seconds are seeds,
and every seed you ignore
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I met a young painter
In the busy railway station,
He was painting something obscure,
Being inquisitive,
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Happy-go-lucky
Were those days when Joy and I
Mingled in the fields.
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Like the falling rain
I love and love you again
Like the falling rain
Till the ocean rivers flow
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WHAT IS LIFE?
Life is indefinable
Beyond the grasp of words,
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From a child
counting the minutes with longing for tomorrow
To a young man
telling life to stop
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Eve stole the apple from the tree, forbidden knowledge to see
Cain killed Abel in this biblical fable, all over jealousy
Since then man did fight for master's right to property
A bloody hand a struggle over land, failing to understand nature is free
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معرفی مختصر احمد محمود امپراطور؛ امپراطور شاعر و نویسنده چیرهدست کشور، اهل بدخشان افغانستان، در ۱۳ حوت ۱۳۶۳ خورشیدی (۳ مارس ۱۹۸۴ میلادی) در کارته سوم کابل دیده به جهان گشود.
او از خانوادهای فرهنگی و اصیل برخاسته است که ریشهای چند صدساله در دانش، ادب و خدمات اجتماعی دارد.
نسباش به داملامحمد ارباب محزون و قاضی حبیبالله شهید میرسد، پدرش شیراحمد یاور کنگورچی، از یاوران خاص اعلیحضرت محمد ظاهرشاه، پادشاه فقید افغانستان بود.
در پی شعلهور شدن جنگهای داخلی، او در سال ۱۳۷۱ خ/ همراه با خانواده ناگزیر به ولایت بدخشان کوچ کرد؛ مهاجرتی درونمرزی که هر چند دشواریها و محرومیتهای بسیار داشت، اما در جان او نگاهی ژرفتر به رنج انسان و مفهوم وطن پدید آورد.
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The Mind keeps watch beside the market gate,
With scales of doubt and ledgers thin and dry;
It counts each breath, consults the book of fate,
And trembles when the dust of loss drifts by.
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Returning home from moderate climes,
brrr, what a difference - straight into winter chills.
Snow lay all around with icy roads and footpaths.
Let's think back to Athens and warming sun!
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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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