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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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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In the pond in the park
all things are doubled:
Long buildings hang and
wriggle gently. Chimneys
are bent legs bouncing
on clouds below. A flag
wags like a fishhook
down there in the sky.
The arched stone bridge
is an eye, with underlid
in the water. In its lens
dip crinkled heads with hats
that don't fall off. Dogs go by,
barking on their backs.
A baby, taken to feed the
ducks, dangles upside-down,
a pink balloon for a buoy.
Treetops deploy a haze of
cherry bloom for roots,
where birds coast belly-up
in the glass bowl of a hill;
from its bottom a bunch
of peanut-munching children
is suspended by their
sneakers, waveringly.
A swan, with twin necks
forming the figure 3,
...
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
...
The field was soaked, mud up to my shins.
Rain in my face, can't see a thing,
but I don't care — I live for this.
For the hit, the chase, the sting.
My hands still shake from that last run.
Ball slipped twice, then stuck — I spun,
heard my name, then nothing but noise,
a blur of jerseys, shouts, and joy.
...
Zo men koekjes bakt,
verdwijnt het geoogste leven
als tarwe in de hete oven en
doven we herinneringen
...
Stop me before I count to three
Because the end we surely be
The last of your reality
...
I'm not a mare,
You bought from market,
To pull the cart of nuptial life,
But one of the wheels,
...
No peace can be promised with those who betrayed the land,
Who ripped apart the delicate threads that held us all together;
Who raised their hands against the very heart of our homeland
And tried to crush the spirit that defines our soul.
...
Did you know
that a cherished soul who loves you deeply
...
She Stands Tall and Graceful
Broadsword in her hand
Ready to slay and vanquish
All who would destroy her People and Land
...
When one is on the edge of eternity
When death is closing in, and all noise is drowning in the din
And the enemy is driving you to the sea
...
A king to a queen wed discovered a lover in his wife's bed
Jealousy filled heart and head, immediately to his sorcerer he fled
A fell spell to him revealed but he must keep his knowledge concealed
The lover turned into a biting fly and with each kiss he made his inamorata cry
...
I came to this world
for a brief moment.
I walked through forests,
...
Night follows day.
Rain follows drought.
Joy follows sorrow.
...
Time walks quietly
beside us.
We do not see its steps,
...
The wind travels everywhere—
through forests,
across oceans,
...
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:
...
(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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