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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Come to me when grief is over,
When the tired eyes,
Seek thy cloudy wings to cover
Close their burning skies.
Come to me when tears have dwindled
Into drops of dew,
When the sighs like sobs re-kindled
Are but deep and few.
Hold me like a crooning mother,
Heal me of the smart;
All mine anguish let me smother
In thy brooding heart.
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Here in a quiet and dusty room they lie,
Faded as crumbled stone or shifting sand,
Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scentless, dry -
Meadows and gardens running through my hand.
In this brown husk a dale of hawthorn dreams;
A cedar in this narrow cell is thrust
That will drink deeply of a century's streams;
These lilies shall make summer on my dust.
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I took your ring to a gemologist today,
Shiny with spilt crystal rainbows,
Weathered by life's hardships.
He took one look at it
And then at me,
Incredulous, he said ‘this is of no value'.
And though it held no value for him,
I told him that it was precious to me.
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Empathy Is Not Enough
Looking out dirty window
Viewing such lonely people
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On March 15,2026, you found out you have diabetes. The thought of pricking your fingers, monitoring your blood sugar, watching what you eat, and making those regular doctor visits every three months is anything but appealing.
Right now, you're feeling a mix of anger towards the world, a bit of self-pity, and questioning what you might have done to deserve this. Honestly, it's a pretty normal reaction for anyone facing a life altering illness. Thankfully, this mindset doesn't linger for too long.
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How often do we find ourselves
Caught in saddened thought
Our life, devoid of grand events
Uninteresting and bland
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A Cheerful Tiff
Just a little tiff
Nothing to darn stiff
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The sun forgot to wake today,
Just grey and hidden icy rays.
Snow is flying, wind is loud,
A blizzard's wearing winter's shroud.
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Mother's give, life.
Mother's give, hope.
Mother's give, advice.
Mother's give, happiness.
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ନିହାଣର ମୃଦୁ କମ୍ପନ,
ପଥର ଉପରେ ନିଶ୍ୱାସ ର ଏକ କୋମଳ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ,
ପ୍ରତିଟି ଉଷା ର ପ୍ରଥମ କିରଣରେ ଜୀବନ୍ତ ହୁଏ
ଶିଳ୍ପୀର ସେ ପ୍ରସ୍ଥର ଦେହରେ ରଚ଼ିତ କାବ୍ୟ ।
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WHAT IF THE STORY ISN'T OVER?
What if the man the world believes is gone
is simply waiting in silence?
War creates confusion.
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He will never come—rest assured.
In Jewish tradition, the Messiah is awaited;
Christians await the return of Jesus;
Muslims speak of the Mahdi.
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Empty little vessels,
Bottles with nought inside,
Nothing yet to make you,
And nothing yet to guide.
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Your shadow takes on Light
Your shades lift with the night
And all the colors of your face
Shine like light through lace
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No nation can truly rise from the shadows without a guiding light. Knowledge serves as the ladder that nations ascend; through learning, minds awaken to new perspectives, paving the way for brighter, wiser days ahead. The youth of Sudan carry the torch of tomorrow, and with their strength, the heartbeat of the nation will grow stronger. Through them, the country's tarnished name will heal, lifting its honor toward clear skies. Don't let tribal ties or the walls of division blind you, and don't allow your minds to be bound by outdated chains. Walls of pride only separate our shared destiny and stifle the flow of common hope. Let learning light the way to the paths your hearts yearn for, because nations truly thrive when knowledge leads the way.
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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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