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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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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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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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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I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
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I heard an angel speak last night,
And he said 'Write!
Write a Nation's curse for me,
And send it over the Western Sea.'
I faltered, taking up the word:
'Not so, my lord!
If curses must be, choose another
To send thy curse against my brother.
'For I am bound by gratitude,
By love and blood,
To brothers of mine across the sea,
Who stretch out kindly hands to me.'
'Therefore,' the voice said, 'shalt thou write
My curse to-night.
From the summits of love a curse is driven,
As lightning is from the tops of heaven.'
'Not so,' I answered. 'Evermore
My heart is sore
For my own land's sins: for little feet
Of children bleeding along the street:
'For parked-up honors that gainsay
The right of way:
For almsgiving through a door that is
Not open enough for two friends to kiss:
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Body my house
my horse my hound
what will I do
when you are fallen
Where will I sleep
How will I ride
What will I hunt
Where can I go
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The sun must be tired from yesterday's duty
To wake so late like a child looking dozy
But even the horizon looks weary
The Orient, so frowzy
And mother nature? looking retarded
Even before the day started
The trees are not dancing to the beat of the wind
Nor are the birds singing to heal the mind
The sky isn't blue today
Nor is there happiness on the bay
...
There is a bird in its cage
As the cage gets inhabitable
It wants to get out of the cage
But old bonding with the cage
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Different Route of Storm Brings Normalcy!
The strength of the storm has subsided after crossing shores
In the North and with that the havoc of cyclone has ended;
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In a room where sunlight danced,
Among the plants and elegance enhanced,
A husband shouted, filled with plight,
'Tell me what's wrong, day and night.'
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It's not so great, when your walking down the street
and there's a rock in your shoe, hurting one of your feet.
That rock in your shoe, which moves to and fro
Whether your walking fast or whether your walking slow
...
a lover's moon
can be caught
in deep wells
...
moon is caught
between stone walls
in well depths
...
the moon is never caught on star void nights
when the moon is hidden behind sky cloud veils
the moon is bright caught by brilliant love light
...
What is left in
your hands after giving away
love? It was very small.
...
In the morning,
I feel an ocean of ecstasy,
Enough to get me out of death's trap,
Resurrecting and rejuvenating me,
...
From the void I emerged,
A silent whisper in the cosmic flow,
To the void I shall return,
A fleeting echo in the eternal glow.
...
Lies are repeated by all
Like chatter of leaves in wind
But truth does not speak
It just spreads its fragrance
...
it is high praise to be called inspirational
it is high praise to be called a Master poet
after more than four decades time invested in words
writing themes thoughts fleeting thoughts poetry
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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:
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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.
...
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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