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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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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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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She was aweary of the hovering
Of Love's incessant tumultuous wing;
Her lover's tokens she would answer not--
'Twere well she should be strange with him somewhat:
A pretty babe, this Love,--but fie on it,
That would not suffer her lay it down a whit!
Appointed tryst defiantly she balked,
And with her lightest comrade lightly walked,
Who scared the chidden Love to hide apart,
And peep from some unnoticed corner of her heart.
She thought not of her lover, deem it not
(There yonder, in the hollow, that's HIS cot),
But she forgot not that he was forgot.
She saw him at his gate, yet stilled her tongue--
So weak she felt her, that she would feel strong,
And she must punish him for doing him wrong:
Passed, unoblivious of oblivion still;
And if she turned upon the brow o' the hill,
It was so openly, so lightly done,
You saw she thought he was not thought upon.
He through the gate went back in bitterness;
She that night woke and stirred, with no distress,
Glad of her doing,--sedulous to be glad,
Lest perhaps her foolish heart suspect that it was sad.
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Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
how did this happen
well that's who I wanted to be
at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
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Time she spends without a pause,
Half sleep, half food, a silent cause,
A gentle smile, a fleeting gleam,
She works like an endless stream.
Like a machine with tireless might,
Resting briefly between the night,
Her arms bear the weight alone,
Carrying dreams she's never known.
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Herein, we all pretend to live,
Rather than living truly,
With fashionable deceits;
The song of innocence is far away...
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Oekraïne zal nooit EU lid worden, Rutte weet dat maar speelt joker voor de Big Tech boys Palantir en voor Israel danst hij een dansje om de hete brei en legt de hele EU het zwijgen op inzake de zaak antisemitismesemitisme. Het doel is ons monddood maken met gekochte schijnheilige smerige veiligheid. Ons in gevaar brengen met kapers als Trump en zijn vriend Putin welke in Griekenland een woning heeft pal naast WapenwillemvanOranje, dikke maten van Rutte, zijn Wilders, Netanyahu, Trump maar zijn arrogante domheid doet aan vernacheling van het volk, volksverlakking, en ons geloven dat het gevaar van Putin afkomstig zal zijn! Daarmee lult hij alle uitgaven en militaire dienstplicht invoer en EU dienstplicht en komende lockdowns zomaar klakkeloos volksverlakkend goed en kan hij de duizenden miljarden kraan voor wapendeals met Trump nog verder opendraaien en zo bijdragen aan genocide en politiestaat met Schoof als inlichtingen meespeel adder. Alles draait om blackmail, verraad dus en uitverkoop! Uitverkoop van het welvarende surplus van Europa. Denkt men nou echt dat China en Japan er belang bij hebben dat Europa wordt blootgesteld aan het armer wordende noodlijdende Putin-wereldje? Al is de leugen nog zo snel de leugens met AI camoufleren die wel ten bate van de Hoge Heren die denken dat ze als Technocraat verraad op de volksziel mogen plegen en voor God mogen spelen! Een God die de islamofobie en de haat, het xenofobe ICE-beleid ook in de EU aanvuurt, vrij spel laat om op de achtergrond verdeel en heers te kunnen blijven spelen? Als Europa een Weidel-unie wordt zal niemand nog zaken met ons willen doen, het volk is wakker en kijkt niet meer op tegen de gezagdragers dat is wat deze allen samen met dat kotsmisselijk makende wegkijken hebben bereikt. Een soldaat zonder vertrouwen in de staat is in wederkeer als een kogel zonder geweer! De doelen gedirigeerd door psychopaten schieten niets raak dan alleen maar lek en heel wat gaten! Gaten die men met de kennis van dan, zal trachten Nu reeds goed te praten!
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Life Is What I Make It - 20
Sheepish me was never...
Lone wolf howling at moon...
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Toen de blanke vingertoppen
van de bruine man
over de gouden toetsen gleed
toen danste al zijn leed
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It's the symbol of tomorrow,
See it
And feel it,
It's extremely poignant,
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Life Is What I Make It - 19
The wolf howls this night
The sheep are too silent
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Het jasje blijft achter
de inhoud blijkt leeg
de wormen vraten haar deeg
miljoenen euro's vervlogen
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Ikwilweg kun je niet stoppen
niet met bommen en granaten
oude vissersbootjes vol met gaten
en ook niet door er tegen in te praten
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Ambitions are high!
So are the road blocks!
Somewhere in between lie
The human capabilities
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Velvet swish in play
Gilt themed heart
Silent parting
Fine start, drawn to play
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Come and claim the night
Bellow beneath its covers
Burn its dark to light
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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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185
"Faith" is a fine invention
When Gentlemen can see—
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