We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,--
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
The Pool Players.
Seven at the Golden Shovel.
We real cool. We
Left school. We
Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We
Sing sin. We
The one who cares for you
Her complete self she shares for you.
Her heart always aches for you.
Every struggle she takes for you.
The sufferings with a smile, she bears for you,
Just to keep away, all fears from you.
You dont say a word, yet she listens to you
She is the one who even virtues to sin for you!
What scares her, hiding deep down for you.
And all the times, she dares for you.
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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
I want you to know
You know how this is:
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
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
Symphony of life
The star of the show, the sun, fell off the edge of the cliff of the earth.
The disc of the disco of this show, the moon, now showing off like a star among stars.
Happy birthday to you
You haggard old hand
You've age like a goose egg
in spots of your brand
Surround sound and sights
Woke up to a blue sky
A warm sun
Child is child...
...even if he is
A prophet's child
Do not discriminate:
The Universal Stage
September 26, 2021
There is a stage here
A Window of Chance,
For an Aspiring Career;
A Firm Lending Hand,
With an Offer in Plan;
The trees now blowing blast wind
Their limbs held down for joy
The boughs are bending half way
as foliage comes to toy
The young couple was engaged to be married…and though they hadn't set a date…their families came together to rejoice and to celebrate.
And celebrate they did with food and wine and song…toasts were made to the couple…that their life be happy, successful and long.
A young fish in the silent lake
Jumps up into the air —
Causes ripples in the lake
Falls back in the lake no
All the time I pray for peace
I keep on cursing hungry dogs
Howling at the moon
I cannot have a peaceful sleep
I collect pearls
in my palm,
opening the fist
I find nothing there
Dejection Of The Whale
September 26, 2021
Under a layer of water lives whale
The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer
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 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:
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was not any of other natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
If you die before me
I would jump down into your grave
and hug you so innocently
that angels will become jealous.
Pounds of pain punctured my progress
Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility
Swarms of stress subtracted my substance
My heart exploded like a thousand thunders
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-là
Et tu marchais souriante
Épanouie ravie ruisselante
TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
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.