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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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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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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Out of us all
That make rhymes
Will you choose
Sometimes -
As the winds use
A crack in a wall
Or a drain,
Their joy or their pain
To whistle through -
Choose me,
You English words?
I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer:
Strange as the races
Of dead and unborn:
Strange and sweet
Equally,
And familiar,
To the eye,
As the dearest faces
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Tell me not, in doctored numbers,
Life is but a name for work!
For the labour that encumbers
Me I wish that I could shirk.
Life is phony! Life is rotten!
And the wealthy have no soul;
Why should you be picking cotton,
Why should I be mining coal?
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Another flick, a spark, once more awakened the past,
Illustrating memories, are alive and always last.
I recall your visage with, its veins, its charm, and grace.
Some invisible griefs, Behind of that bony face.
Your tender artistic look, at a silly Rubik's parts,
Made your endless affection, dwell in our empty hearts.
You were our J. Keating of Weir's ingenious mind,
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When shadows stretch within my mind,
A web of doubts, a heart confined,
I wonder, in the silence deep,
If madness sings where reason sleeps.
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(for an unfinished painting by Aram Chaled Res, posted on Oct.7,2024)
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Haze over the horizon is a layer of velum...
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I can feel the failure tearing my skin
Crimson anguish comes seeping through
Stars are watching my every single move
Testing my will to see if I stay the course so true
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Ants and clouds invade on a rainy evening
The ants went to shelter
The drops went into the shelter
Wind Repels back
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The poets
are here to bear witness to
and give strength to
the heart
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In the cradle of dawn, where sky births light. The heavens spill gold soft and bright. The sun kisses the land covering the emerald isle. Mountains rise like ancient kings, crowned in mist. Rivers flow gently through the villages, as they cradle the stones in an eternal sweep. The meadows blush in a sea of flowers. Each petal a song each blade of leaves a poem, the symphony of nature where all belong.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2024 October
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After the eye opening by glimmer of the maiden dawn
Begetting the usual thirst to quench the wanting stomach
In high and dry by blinkers after passing the moonless night
Each uncovering of urns were found brimming with vipers child.
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Red wings disappeared into the brushy sky.
A colorful night painter
© Manakavingyan
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In my search for hidden truths,
I unearthed the essence of my own soul,
Effacing the ancient mark on Adam's brow:
'Tyrannical and ignorant you are.'
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Not the first day, once again,
Autumn descends with its sacred reign—
Cold rains fall, gusty winds sweep,
Soaking the earth with heaven's elixir.
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Bamboo flowers are not stubborn.
Bends to breezy wind
© Manakavingyan
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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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