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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When winter treads across Bengal's lush meads,
Soft sunlit silk upon the river banks;
The dew like crystal gleams where mustard bleeds,
And gilds the mist that crowns the morning ranks.
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When evening stills the clamor of the day,
I choose one cup where drifting vapors rise;
Within its bitter warmth my thoughts allay,
As truth draws near beneath the darkened skies.
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Nature becomes ritual a dance to myth
Controlling the turn of pages of religion's pith
Music of metaphor, maestro's baton
Magic in the magicians wand
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The sun's feathers slowly fall from the blue
The beautiful Earth becomes more beautiful
The streets and the houses sparkle
They are illuminated by the light of beauty
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1. Life as a Borrowed Flame
I carry a flame I did not light,
Shield it from the wind each night.
It warms my hands, it scars my skin,
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1. Truth as a Shattered Mirror
Truth fell once from careless hands
And broke across a thousand lands.
Each shard reflected partial light,
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1. A Traveler Seeking a Lost Name
He walked with pockets full of days,
But not a name the world could say.
Each town pronounced him differently,
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1. The River as Life's Passage
The river learned my name at birth
And carried it away from earth.
It took my laughter, grief, and years,
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1. Power as a Crown of Thorns
They crowned him king with woven pain,
Each thorn a vow he couldn't claim.
The higher set, the deeper pressed,
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1. Fear as a Shadow Companion
Fear walked behind me, thin and tall,
Never speaking, never small.
It mimicked each uncertain move,
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1. The Soul's Journey Through Fog
The road dissolved into breath and gray,
No sun to promise where to stay.
Each step erased the one before,
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1. The Battle Between Truth and Convenience
Truth stood barefoot at the square,
Holding a lamp in open air.
Convenience sold soft chairs nearby,
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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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