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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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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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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By this, sad Hero, with love unacquainted,
Viewing Leander's face, fell down and fainted.
He kissed her and breathed life into her lips,
Wherewith as one displeased away she trips.
Yet, as she went, full often looked behind,
And many poor excuses did she find
To linger by the way, and once she stayed,
And would have turned again, but was afraid,
In offering parley, to be counted light.
So on she goes and in her idle flight
Her painted fan of curled plumes let fall,
Thinking to train Leander therewithal.
He, being a novice, knew not what she meant
But stayed, and after her a letter sent,
Which joyful Hero answered in such sort,
As he had hope to scale the beauteous fort
Wherein the liberal Graces locked their wealth,
And therefore to her tower he got by stealth.
Wide open stood the door, he need not climb,
And she herself before the pointed time
Had spread the board, with roses strowed the room,
And oft looked out, and mused he did not come.
At last he came.
O who can tell the greeting
These greedy lovers had at their first meeting.
He asked, she gave, and nothing was denied.
Both to each other quickly were affied.
Look how their hands, so were their hearts united,
And what he did she willingly requited.
(Sweet are the kisses, the embracements sweet,
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She sits in the park. Her clothes are out of date.
Two children whine and bicker, tug her skirt.
A third draws aimless patterns in the dirt
Someone she loved once passed by – too late
to feign indifference to that casual nod.
“How nice” et cetera. “Time holds great surprises.”
From his neat head unquestionably rises
a small balloon…”but for the grace of God…”
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I see bright beams escaping
Reaching for the ground
Glorious beams of silver which
Escape the black surround.
These storm clouds which assemble
Gathering power in their midst
Can't stop these shafts from trying
To let the calm persist.
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The war raged on, a brother against brother,
fields soaked in the weight of lost futures,
six hundred thousand voices echoing
through the valleys of grief,
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Things could be better
And things could be worse
You could be riding
In the back of a hearse
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Storm‑light gathers at the edge of the world,
a slow‑moving hush settling over the land.
The earth pauses, listening...
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From Evenes to Baltic shores, a fortress now aligns,
Four nations bring their strength combined, where Arctic sunlight shines.
In unity they guard the realm, with watchful eyes they stand,
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उसने दिल में ठाना है।
वक़्त पे आना जाना है।
बच्चे ख़ाली भले हों बैठे
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बेटी है इंक़िलाबी वो, जो ज़िद पे अड़ी है।
चट्टान बन कर सामने गाड़ी के खड़ी है।
जिस हौसले से ज़ुल्म का देती जवाब है।
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मान जाओ, मान जाओ, हे सरदार।
मांग रहा है, हक़, हक़दार।
इन बच्चों पर, ज़ुल्म न ढाओ।
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आवाज़ बन कर रहना, आवाज़ उठाना।
तुम जा रहे हो, जाओ मगर, लौट कर आना।
जब भी लगे ख़तरा है बड़ा मुल्क के ऊपर,
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'कलाम 'सा कलाम कर ।
मुहब्बों को आम कर ।
जो इल्म से मिलें ग़नी
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शिक्षा का मंदिर न तोड़ो ।
मुल्क की ख़ातिर कुछ तो छोड़ो।
Gen Z जाग चुका है मानों।
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Guidance By His Spirit - For Daniel Brick
To be in the moment
To let go of thought
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सोंच के देखें, कितने बेबस, हैं मज़दूर किसान।
जिनके बच्चे, मुश्किल से कुछ, ले पाते हैं ज्ञान।
जिनकी मेहनत का सारा फल खा जाता है मालिक,
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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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