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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A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night--And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going--of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
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I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
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I find no peace yet have no strength to fight.
I fear yet hope. I burn yet I am ice.
I'm laid low in the earth yet high in flight,
Grasp nothing yet hold all within my vice.
Love neither locks me up nor lets me go,
And neither slacks my chains nor binds me tight,
Nor sets me free, nor deals the final blow,
Nor wants me living nor puts out my light.
Eyeless I see. I howl without a tongue.
I beg to live yet long to end my strife.
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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'm beyond grateful Holy God you stopped death from taking me 27 years ago. Thank you for giving me more time here in the land of the living. You are worthy of all the praise Glory and honor. I thank you Holy God.
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Into the fire,
I'd go for you.
Through every wall,
I'd make it through.
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I thought I knew what love would be
I thought I'd know it when it came
I thought my heart was ready
I thought I'd never lose my way
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The rain hides all my tears,
A smile conceals my fears.
The years have passed so fast,
I'm here to face the past.
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Observe the flowers and the bees taking pollen, listening to the water of the pond tricking and the songs of the birds.
Be still be silent and let it wash over you and heal your soul.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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I hope that there's no doubt in you
No thought His Word might not be true
And more I need to make you see
That there is zero doubt in me
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Cycling around the medieval walls smelling the perfume of jasmine flowers.
In the cool of the evening we eat together in the romantic square listening to Puccini by candlelit, a violinist plays the humming chorus.
I reach for your hand and you squeeze mine.
Drinking your beauty with my eyes and savouring each moment being with you.
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A chance for all, a hopeful quest,
To rise above, to do your best.
From humble start, a seed to grow,
With honest work, a richer flow.
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Beauty on the pages of a newspaper
originally came from a photographer,
who put his mind and angle into it
and ensured the place not well-lit.
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Truth be told,
it's truly overwhelming
beholding the preceding presence
of your eternal absence.
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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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