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.
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;
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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The dreams of my heart and my mind pass,
Nothing stays with me long,
But I have had from a child
The deep solace of song;
If that should ever leave me,
Let me find death and stay
With things whose tunes are played out and forgotten
Like the rain of yesterday.
I hear an army charging upon the land,
And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees:
Arrogant, in black armour, behind them stand,
Disdaining the reins, with fluttering whips, the charioteers.
They cry unto the night their battle-name:
I moan in sleep when I hear afar their whirling laughter.
They cleave the gloom of dreams, a blinding flame,
Clanging, clanging upon the heart as upon an anvil.
Darkness and despair
Sickness and death
So many voices
Stealing every last breath
Haunted details of my past
When will this torture finally pass
I can't look in the mirror
Cause I hate what's inside
Counting down the day for when I finally die
Alone in life
Heart bleeds by demise of fair chance
Sist born with disappointment of loosing moon.
Pain acute finds no medicant competent
Healing the pinching lump hostile,
Plant me forever
Beside oceans of flowers
O' garden shovel
Rake me not away from her
studious skinny scruffy scribe
My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
Lumbering souls turn stones
Succumb to the disappointing fate.
Surmising hearts for chances fair
Bet upon the situations floating ever
Rose and Thorn!
Interesting life all wish to enjoy for pleasure
In things all love to think, say and do to world;
In the heart of the city, by the sea's embrace,
A Sufi kneels in prayer, finding his grace.
Roses bloom, their fragrance in the air,
He breathes in peace, releasing every care.
One special figurine,
my little mermaid sitting on a rock,
was molded with
gentle strokes and smoothing touches.
A Tea-Leaf Reading
I once went to a tea-leaf reading
You who have no parents
You who have no home
You who fled from all you knew
And who was forced to roam
Every time I hear your name a tear comes to my eye. I try so hard not to but sometimes I can't help but cry,
I miss you so much and really need you to be hear! Although I can not see you I do know that you're near standing right next to me and guiding my every step I know we'll always be together because in my heart is where you're kept. It's a memory I could never lose because my love for you is so strong. I'll always love and miss you, my entire life long! And then will come a day when it's my turn to say goodbye. And I myself will leave this earth and only the lord knows when or why. But when that time comes, and I finally do, I know as I stand at heavens gates I'll be greeted by you,
Sitting like a stone,
there is righteousness. Who was wrong?
Let me search for a needle in a haystack.
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
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 -