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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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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Hark! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chalic'd flowers that lies;
And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes;
With everything that pretty is,
My lady sweet, arise:
Arise, arise!
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To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
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She burns on the inside,
a quiet heat she never shows,
the kind that sits behind her ribs
and pretends to be fine.
She laughs in the daylight,
but at night her thoughts flare up,
sparks turning into storms
she can't switch off.
She told two friends,
voice shaking,
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How much do you truly love God?
Is He the Lord of your body, your soul, and your spirit,
or merely the God you display on your phone screen?
Is God your Master,
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Oh, how I love her still…
Oh God, how I love her,
how I love her still.
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A memory I cannot forget,
Of days not long gone
When laughter fell from my lips like worship,
For joy in Christ overflowed my soul.
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I write, yet dread the ink should speak too plain,
Praying thou find'st the truth herein contained.
How oft I strive, aye, and most bitterly,
To give a name to this which stirs my breast,
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If I had a million tongues, they
would still fall short
of telling the beauty Your
hands have shaped.
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We are a tiny planet in the universe. Millions of people suffer from the consequences of wars.
When are they going to wake up to the consequences of waging destruction on the masses of the world's poor.
They speak in God's name they say and he's with them, in the same breath.
Delusional people who have no concept of the divine.
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War, a word so grim and cold,
A story often to be told.
Not fights of beasts, nor nature's storm,
But planned, by people, to transform.
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a splash of colour
bright light filled with love and joy
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Do you know who the father of terrorism is?
Do you know who the mother of terrorism is?
Do you know who mentors the terrorists?
Do you know who shields the terrorists?
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He moved silently
To the master bedroom
Lowered himself on the bed
Where his wife would lay
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'The House That Swallowed Me'
I grew up holding keys not mine,
open doors… but I stayed inside.
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It's time for the night to cease
and for the day to rise amidst the trees
the old man now totters to surprise
so, how can you be so shy?
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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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