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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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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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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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
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Between going and staying
the day wavers,
in love with its own transparency.
The circular afternoon is now a bay
where the world in stillness rocks.
All is visible and all elusive,
all is near and can’t be touched.
Paper, book, pencil, glass,
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Forward or back, the sun still glows,
Beauty remains, whichever way it goes.
Time may turn, but light won't lie —
A different path, the same bright sky.
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If I covertly look into your eyes
I see before me my destiny. Clearly
See both my hands resting on your warm thighs.
See our two lips kissing feverishly.
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Love, which flower do you most aspire to?
Love, which flower should I most admire?
Red peonies with lustful, conduit desire
Purple crocuses cupped with fire
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It's not defined or hidden by petals.
Nor demarcated by sharp, wetted thorns.
Her eyes' hypnotic beauty possesses
The stars, like the sky that the sun adorns.
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When winter does, wrestle death.
Snow lies falling with petals bereft.
Her mantle's a meadow--white lily.
Uprooting stars, in heaven's pity.
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Rose petals at my feet look destitute.
They're strewn all around my front garden path.
They swirl like clouds trying to reconstitute.
It pangs my heart that in their aftermath
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You know, we are all the same shade of grey.
I guess only the strength of the sunlight
It's different when we're anchors aweigh.
It's the same destination and gunfight.
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What if we were raindrops together?
Emerging, we then fell out of our heaven.
Separated, ah, yes, but not within.
Say we're detached, yet birds of a feather.
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If love for your spouse you choose to neglect,
Your neighbor may swoop in with fond respect.
If workers you treat with little care,
Your rivals will claim them, sharp and aware.
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And it should be easy to take a bite out of my head like a candy apple
Buttonhooked onto your teeth waiting for you to wander my way
Cycling down your road wanting to see your precious fangs
Dance with the hazy blue in your eyes that I could never get tired of
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The Church was empty, but for me,
Surveying the Cross and Calvary!
Christ's Mother Mary standing still,
Near Christ, our Saviour, on that hill.
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'Will you rescue me? '
The only question I listen
In the dark and deep night,
I try hard
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While walking on a long dirt road
In forest depths, with trees so tall
In twilight's glare and Autumn cold
I came upon an old stone wall.
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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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