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.
...
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.
...
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
...
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
...
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
...
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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They please me not-- these solemn songs
That hint of sermons covered up.
'T is true the world should heed its wrongs,
But in a poem let me sup,
Not simples brewed to cure or ease
Humanity's confessed disease,
But the spirit-wine of a singing line,
Or a dew-drop in a honey cup!
...
She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.
...
I have been a witness,
a foreseer of light,
seeing beyond others' sight—
a deep knowingness.
A knowing of what's hidden,
right in plain view;
those souls that sleep
do not awaken.
...
Every day is different
In my neighborhood
My little street called Heaven
Where everyone is good
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من از این های و هوی بی سر و بی بر نمی ترسم
از این دوستاخ بی کلکین چه و بی در نمی ترسم
به چندین پادشاه و سلطنت را واژگون دیدم
کنون از طمطراق ضابط و عسکر نمی ترسم
...
You still have a choice,
a flame unbroken by the wind,
a path that waits beneath your feet,
a horizon that whispers possibility.
...
Somewhere beneath my silence, your name began to sprout,
And I — I just spaced out,
Somewhere between then and now.
An alchemy of the clouds,
...
I lost my watch—
not that it was necessary,
more of a habit
to wear.
...
नज़्मों के दरख्तों के साये में,
रफ्ता रफ्ता मैं चला।
बात हुई मदमस्त वहां,
जहां इक हसीना से इकरार हुआ।
...
O Lord—
may no breath pass empty
of Your love's remembrance.
In every heart,
...
A humming bird that guides my eyes
Before the bright of mid-day sun
To give a fresh touch the paper white
Through the fresco seeking for dapped light.
...
No dawn of birth,
No circling night reborn as day,
No dusk of death—
No first intake, no final breath.
...
Far apart—
sharp stares, praying hearts.
One speaks from pride,
one from old wounds.
...
The world bears witness—
two forms seated in widening distance:
one consumed by the fire of will,
the other bowed in the long shadow of remembrance.
...
A giant sleeps, a world away,
And shrugs when shadows start to play.
The watchers blink, they turn their eyes,
As anger builds beneath the skies.
...
I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
...
Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
...
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,
...
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
...
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
...
Love and lust are poles apart.
Lust is chaos, love is art.
...
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
...
On this dry prepared path walk heavy feet.
This is not "dinner music." This is a power structure.
...
"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:
...
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:
...
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.
...
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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