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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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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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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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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Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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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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ALONG the grass sweet airs are blown
Our way this day in Spring.
Of all the songs that we have known
Now which one shall we sing?
Not that, my love, ah no!—
Not this, my love? why, so!—
Yet both were ours, but hours will come and go.
The grove is all a pale frail mist,
The new year sucks the sun.
Of all the kisses that we kissed
Now which shall be the one?
Not that my love, ah no!—
Not this, my love?—heigh-ho
For all the sweets that all the winds can blow!
The branches cross above our eyes,
The skies are in a net:
And what's the thing beneath the skies
We two would most forget?
Not birth, my love, no, no,—
Not death, my love, no, no,—
The love once ours, but ours long hours ago.
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Up from the bronze, I saw
Water without a flaw
Rush to its rest in air,
Reach to its rest, and fall.
Bronze of the blackest shade,
An element man-made,
Shaping upright the bare
Clear gouts of water in air.
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I'm no saint—only human, weaknesses showing,
I sin without noticing, imperfect, still growing.
I won't wear a mask so you see me clean;
I'd rather be real than act like a screen.
I've known what it is to be very, very bad,
to plot in the quiet, not shout when I'm mad.
Now I watch our kind—preaching Christ through closed teeth,
dying secret deaths, chained addictions beneath.
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Persons are fast who know not caste,
Persons who fall in love so fast.
They have a strange and curious taste,
But often feel their time a waste.
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Salted fish, a tale so grand,
From Norway's shores to sunlit land.
Dried cod it was, sent south with care,
To Spanish sun, and warmer air.
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24 Jul 2025
Reflections of Regrets
Past is done, dusted and gone
Yet it haunts, like a living ghost
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And I know
when starlight meets dawn
a new hope is born -
Just when you, my dear,
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All through the autumn, it waited patiently.
The bougainvillea at my gate, now aged, a bit frail perhaps.
And I waited, with bated breath, to catch her in its glory.
I couldn't give up on her, even though, I knew it was struggling.
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a fobble saw he had a horn
he asked could I be a unicorn?
but then he saw a long trunk nose
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5 Dec 2024
The end and the beginning
Life was full of festivals,
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4 Dec 2024
Beautiful trip to Abu Dhabi
In Abu Dhabi, where the desert meets the sea,
A city of wonders, rich in history,
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Thanks to that one teacher
Who pushed an introvert forward to speak
Thanks to that one school fair
That taught us how to sell and make money
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Whispers from dreams calling me back to a time more sweet
When love was felt in your hand and voice whether out or under sheet
Upon awakening it freezes into an icy present where it can no longer be
A mind that will not accept today takes me to dreams distantly
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O Weaver of the Worlds,
O Keeper of the unseen thread that binds every heart to every other,
O Master of the Day when all return to You alone—
I call upon You in the hush beneath the earth's upheaval.
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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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