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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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 free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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Hedge, that divides the lovely
Garden, and myself from me,
Never in you so fair a rose I see
As she who is my lady,
Loving, sweet and holy:
Who as I stretch my hand to you
Presses it, so softly, too.
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it lay in my palm soft and trembled
as a new bird and i thought about
authority and how it always insisted
on itself, how it was master
of the man, how it measured him, never
was ignored or denied, and how it promised
there would be sweetness if it was obeyed
just like the saints do, like the angels
and i opened the window and held out my
uncupped hand; i swear to god
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Inside everyone, there are shadows,
And also some bright, shining light.
Our eyes show us what we see,
Based on the roads we've traveled.
Our experiences add color to life,
It's a journey that is old but new.
Inside us all, dark and bright things
Move together quietly.
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Much I would not known
Except it be revealed me
Marvelous secrets
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Going to where I ealized her existence, two figures I find conversing.
Her figure of an Aphrodite and her friend Athena, Energizing;
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In the beginning there was light that pierced the night, blazing father of the sky
The sun the only one shining on a world that spun under an all seeing eye
A bright star that does rise in the morning skies from east to west does fly
Born from night's grave us to save in a new dawning sky
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I know you've been in the dark for what
Feels like forever.
You've tried to push it away,
But the thought of it lingers,
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I know you are searching for a reason
A reason to keep moving when everything feels pointless
You look around
And it seems like the world is full of people with answers
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Next time you groan at the price of the gas,
Be thankful your car can still make the pass.
Next time your house is a mess and a roar,
Be grateful for family who live through that door.
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Today I choose a grateful heart,
Though things may fall and drift apart.
Not all is perfect, not all is clear,
But blessings still surround me here.
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They seek the suffering of others, wishing the worst to engulf them rather than the best: waiting for their mourning to see pain in their face.
They looked for grief to discomfort them, peering to sight any harming factor: watching as a hawk to view any stress to their life.
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Life is so short, it slips through our hands,
Like waves on the shore or soft drifting sands.
We worry, we wish, we wait for the more,
While blessings surround us, right at our door.
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Yes, I'll be fine — I always survive,
I find my way back, I learn to revive.
But give me a moment, don't rush me through,
Let me feel all that I'm going through.
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Thank you for the light you bring,
For kindness wrapped in everything.
For being there when skies were gray,
And lifting me in your own way.
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The Holy Text conveys the eternal features of existence; combined mixtures all pertaining to light, darkness and a host: provided fixtures that will always be there.
During the realm, its breakdown with its formation of the state of this heaven; detailing its viewpoint of another existing haven: speaking upon this craven to divide themselves.
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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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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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Beautiful is the 'thank you'
Wrapped with gratitude,
Offered to peace prone people
Who offer what is real-themselves
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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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