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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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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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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TO these whom death again did wed
This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force
'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.
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Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom,
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb;
But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year;
And the wild cypress wave in tender
gloom:
And oft by yon blue gushing stream
Shall sorrow lean her drooping head,
And feed deep thought with many a dream,
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Everything's affordable
I won't borrow any credit
Every product's on sale
Too cheap even for the bandit
Unlimitedness of stock
Splurging there lives
With an empty cart, tho' all things I bought
Roaming around, discarding any coupon
It's all inexpensive, I'd never need one
Even if everything looks unaffordable at the storefront
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When Ellie saw the monthly bill
For electricity,
She felt a chill and not a thrill
And great uncertainty!
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Senses reeling, unsure, chaste and inspired
Half human, half fish, consumed with love
Mermaid, beautiful, bold, green-eyed
Saved sailor fallen overboard from drowning
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You smell like the aroma of roasted beans
I am a coffee aficionado
No doubt love is a mug warmer
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I love the dog that bit me, it was not his fault
I forgave a man that hit me, all he knew was assault
I cared for a woman that left me, she was afraid
I miss my child from long ago, stolen in a friendship raid
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I've faced the worst with shoulders back,
my head held high,
an honest lack,
Of courage,
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A single tear slid down my cheek,
clocked in for work, said, "Back next week."
It packed its bags, tiny suitcase, tiny socks
and whispered, "Buddy… life's a lot."
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Many things are needed for this winter
I need a warm shower, a bottle of Soir de Paris, rich moisturisers, lip balm with cocoa butter, horror books, romance movies, a bouquet of colourful flowers, tea, coffee, a puffy blanket and you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you and you
Your warm touch can sizzle me
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Every suicide ends up in a post mortem
Physical and emotional -
A bullet or a rope?
Why? What for?
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Luxury is knowing our end is shorter than our beginning, we can see things from the mountain top not the valley.
So much knowledge has washed beneath us we did not slow long enough to listen.
We were told to reach for the stars. Gravity is but a road bump along the journey to riches and reward, conflict is but a test one we need to make us stronger to ward off life's woes, it was said to build a shell so hard it will defend against the strongest winds. Were these lessons bad? No, but incomplete.
Our lives were not storybook tales, or the offspring of playwrights or movie makers. We were not exceptional heroes. But simply the masters of everyday stagehands.
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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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