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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My lady, that did change this house of mine
Into a heaven when that she dwelt therein,
From head to foot an angel's grace divine
Enwrapped her; pure she was, spotless of sin;
Fair as the moon her countenance, and wise;
Lords of the kind and tender glance, her eyes
With an abounding loveliness did shine.
Then said my heart: Here will I take my rest!
This city breathes her love in every part.
But to a distant bourne was she addressed,
Alas! he knew it not, alas, poor heart!
The influence of some cold malignant star
Has loosed my hand that held her, lone and far
She joumeyeth that lay upon my breast.
Not only did she lift my bosom's veil,
Reveal its inmost secret, but her grace
Drew back the curtain from Heaven's mansions pale,
And gave her there an eternal dwelling-place.
The flower-strewn river lip and meadows fair,
The rose herself but fleeting treasures were,
Regret and Winter follow in their trail.
Dear were the days which perished with my friend--
Ah, what is left of life, now she is dead,
All wisdomless and profitless I spend!
The nightingale his own life's blood doth shed,
When, to the kisses of the wind, the morn
Unveils the rose's splendour-with his torn
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Maud went to college.
Sadie stayed home.
Sadie scraped life
With a fine toothed comb.
She didn't leave a tangle in
Her comb found every strand.
Sadie was one of the livingest chicks
In all the land.
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Burn your eyes until they're red
Let the light blind you instead
Whatever things need not be asked
Turn into things you can't look past
Then become what can't be missed
A pachyderm in each rooms corner
I must have granted the wrong wish
A dose of euthanasia, per doctor's order
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The world is loud, a rushing stream,
Of things to do, a constant dream.
But quiet waits, a hidden place,
To find your calm, to find your grace.
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(Is i magen or Ice in the stomach:
The Norwegian idiom for staying calm and having extreme patience, which you need, dealing with Authorities)
So ice in the stomach, hold it true,
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Emanating from internal necessity,
Courting not allegiance, undiluted,
Weathering out the storm within,
Emerging integrity, threshold figures,
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Wrinkled hands, a knowing smile,
Stories whispered for a while.
Of dragons fought and dreams that soared,
Secrets that the old have stored.
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Wrinkled hands, a knowing smile,
Stories whispered for a while.
Of dragons fought and dreams that soared,
Secrets that the old have stored.
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Who is this sad lad
Standing amid the daisies?
A Beauty lover.
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तकलीफ़ होती है पर जिक्र जरूरी नहीं,
वो भी करे मेरी फिक्र जरूरी नहीं।
मोहब्बत तो मोहब्बत ही रहेगी, दूर हैं तो क्या?
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I close my eyes
and see darkness splitting
vertically, horizontally
in different directions.
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When the great pilgrim won it,
He felt nothing..... absolutely nothing,
But when he lost it,
He felt everything
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मैं बेचारा तन्हा अकेला
भीगी राहों पर
ढूँढ रहा, खुद को, कहीं |
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सत सृष्टि तांडव रचयिता, सत्यं स्वरूपं, शिव शक्तिं,
कल्याणं कारणं, दिव्यं, शक्ति तांडव नमो नमः।
नाट्यराजं, महाशक्ति, पार्वती कल्याणी,
शुभंकारी, महाकाली, शक्ति तांडव नमो नमः॥१॥
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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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