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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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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It stops the town we come through. Workers raise
Their oily arms in good salute and grin.
Kids scream as at a circus. Business men
Glance hopefully and go their measured way.
And women standing at their dumbstruck door
More slowly wave and seem to warn us back,
As if a tear blinding the course of war
Might once dissolve our iron in their sweet wish.
Fruit of the world, O clustered on ourselves
We hang as from a cornucopia
In total friendliness, with faces bunched
To spray the streets with catcalls and with leers.
A bottle smashes on the moving ties
And eyes fixed on a lady smiling pink
Stretch like a rubber-band and snap and sting
The mouth that wants the drink-of-water kiss.
And on through crummy continents and days,
Deliberate, grimy, slightly drunk we crawl,
The good-bad boys of circumstance and chance,
Whose bucket-helmets bang the empty wall
Where twist the murdered bodies of our packs
Next to the guns that only seem themselves.
And distance like a strap adjusted shrinks,
Tightens across the shoulder and holds firm.
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not of silver nor of coral,
but of weatherbeaten laurel.
Here, he introduced a sea
uniform like tapestry;
here, a fig-tree; there, a face;
there, a dragon circling space --
designating here, a bower;
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Once upon a time,
when I acted like a mime,
shut through all my sorrows
with you shooting all the arrows.
I never knew what you were upto.
Once I heard a voice,
I had to make a choice
I decided to follow you
But I didn't know you weren't true
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After writing the first indecent poem
I cut off my hand,
the left or the right, I cannot remember.
I would have left it alone,
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If you're realizing it
it's too late
Too late to search for me
too late to wait.
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Niemand kan werkelijk echt aan de kant van het Recht staan zonder ooit iets tegen enige wanpraktijk te hebben gedaan, zij die vechten om wat echt Recht heet en potjes durven en durfden te breken, zij mogen als eersten over rechten spreken! M
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Op de verschroeide aarde
zingt een jongetje een lied
van hartverscheurend verdriet
een lied vol menselijke waarde
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After all this time
He've yet to move on
Too late is too late
the wound is gone
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In the silent night....
The great shadow
Whispered to me,
'Tell me the truth,
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Golgotha, a place where earth and heaven did collide.
A field of barren rock, where shadows hide.
A stage of brutal scene, where human malice held its sway
And innocence, in its kingly form, was stripped, mocked and cast away.
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Relationship.
No matter how much I looked you in the eye and told you
How I love you many times
And you are the dowry of my mind.
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kindness the soul
beckons you in your manner
of speaking speaking in tongues
quiet at church a parish
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roam your heart
learn four seasons
being alive not stifled
not sheltered not embedded
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Memories...
Always lovely and beautiful.
My village of scenic beauty, its story never ends, the villagers so simple and peace loving, in the realms of time their memories add smile to my loneliness.
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A melody once soft and light,
Now lingers lost in silent night.
A tune once filled with golden strings,
Now only half of what it sings.
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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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