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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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HOLD it up sternly! See this it sends back! (Who is it? Is it you?)
Outside fair costume--within ashes and filth,
No more a flashing eye--no more a sonorous voice or springy step;
Now some slave's eye, voice, hands, step,
A drunkard's breath, unwholesome eater's face, venerealee's flesh,
Lungs rotting away piecemeal, stomach sour and cankerous,
Joints rheumatic, bowels clogged with abomination,
Blood circulating dark and poisonous streams,
Words babble, hearing and touch callous,
No brain, no heart left--no magnetism of sex; 10
Such, from one look in this looking-glass ere you go hence,
Such a result so soon--and from such a beginning!
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Speak earth and bless me with what is richest
make sky flow honey out of my hips
rigis mountains
spread over a valley
carved out by the mouth of rain.
And I knew when I entered her I was
high wind in her forests hollow
fingers whispering sound
honey flowed
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I did not break once.
I wore away.
Layer by layer,
promise by promise,
until even hope
forgot my shape.
I don't cry anymore—
tears require belief
that something can still be saved.
What's broken in me
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Alone but not lonely
Broke but not poor
Down but not defeated
Smiling, never sure
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Would you buy a canned hug or a bottled kiss
Plastic love, glycerin tears with this the freshness miss
A cardboard heart, a Styrofoam smile
Hope made of fiberglass thrown out after a while
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When I asked sea about the Pearls,
He laughed and said that is one of my lovely jewels.
When I asked about light to the sun!
Overjoyed, he uttered there is no life without it.
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A war destruction
on the background; mother's cry
when lost all hopes.
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Truth entered court barefoot,
without a seal, a witness, or a name.
Power arrived beneath the painted ceiling,
and every chair knew why it came.
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The Beauty of Flowering
In the hush before morning colours,
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From the deepest recesses of my heart,
Came once the words, true and pure,
Like many a love tipped dart,
Emotions emanated right from the core.
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Long, long ago, when lands were new,
People walked where oceans blue
Now gleam and stretch, a distant sight,
Beneath a sun, both warm and bright.
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I missed the early morning show outside my house today,
Yet I saw Nature on the go, despite three hours' delay.
The sparrows on the purple tree, yes, one, two, three and four,
Yet even more, for me to see and then count up the score.
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The Earth supports the Towering Oak Tree as it towers over it.
And its branches casting shade upon its surface, for the children and others to seek comfort from the sun and enjoy natures beauty that surrounds it.
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A polite meeting in Europe,
after the abolition of their brutal
Transatlantic Slave Trade.
Emboldened by the Industrial Revolution,
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Under garden lamp;
the green lawn grass is growing
with youthful vigour.
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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 a 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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