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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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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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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When Watkin shifts the burden of his cares
And all that irked him in his bound employ,
Once more become a vagrom-hearted boy,
He moves to roundelays and jocund airs;
Loitering with dusty harvestmen, he shares
Old ale and sunshine; or, with maids half-coy,
Pays court to shadows; fools himself with joy,
Shaking a leg at junketings and fairs.
Sometimes, returning down his breezy miles,
A snatch of wayward April he will bring,
Piping the daffodilly that beguiles
Foolhardy lovers in the surge of spring.
And then once more by lanes and field-path stiles
Up the green world he wanders like a king.
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It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
'Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark.'
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
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Most of the youth don't know what's out on the street,
Just staring at their screens, staring at their feet.
We used to run wild through the fields and the trees,
Fighting over nothing, feeling the breeze.
Walking barefoot on the gravel and the stone,
Sitting on a little mound, never all alone.
The only thing that mattered was playing in the sun,
We never played too rough, we only played for fun.
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It's pointless to be constantly worried
just because you want to live a worry-free life someday
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القَمَر و أَكاذِيبُ الشُعَراء
پێشەوا کاکەیی/ پیشوا کاکەیی
ترجمة: شەهلا حوسێن/ شهلا حوسین
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جِزء مِنْ (طَرِيّق بَعْيّد عَنِ الصَّخبِ)
مِنْ کِتابْ: سَبیّلُ الخلُودی
پیشوا کاکەیی
ترجمة: شهلا حسین
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The love was dynamic in a oddball manner.
The love of two men with a lady that didn't sparkled heartly
The perch of the love was rawness and whimsical.
A bad smell of infatuation hiked
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A land of care, a careful blend,
Where many share, and few descend.
For all, a roof, a doctor's hand,
A helping step across the land.
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Wearing the anklet of darkness
The deep black night arrives
Peering out from grandmother's tales Like a witch with pointed teeth
She keeps lashing
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(Upon seeing school children killed by a landmine)
Do not wake my children
From their deep sleep
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The kite has clasped
In its talons
All the bustle of the city
Upon the streets wanders
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The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 11
Longing for Wolfe Lamb gently falls asleep and dreams
Haunting nightmares abound in which Wolfe is ravaged
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The lights are dim, the spark is gone,
A weary feeling carries on.
The stroke has passed, but left its trace,
A slowing down in life's quick race.
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Dok razmišljam o univerzumu
Zvijezda ili Mlečni put
Planeta ili crne rupe
Moja pjesma to je šarmantnije izražava na kurdskom.
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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
...
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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