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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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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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Bards of Passion and of Mirth,
Ye have left your souls on earth!
Have ye souls in heaven too,
Double lived in regions new?
Yes, and those of heaven commune
With the spheres of sun and moon;
With the noise of fountains wound'rous,
And the parle of voices thund'rous;
With the whisper of heaven's trees
And one another, in soft ease.
Seated on Elysian lawns
Brows'd by none but Dian's fawns;
Underneath large blue-bells tented,
Where the daisies are rose-scented,
And the rose herself has got
Perfume which on earth is not;
Where the nightingale doth sing
Not a senseless, tranced thing,
But divine melodious truth;
Philosophic numbers smooth;
Tales and golden histories
Of heaven and its mysteries.
Thus ye live on high, and then
On the earth ye live again;
And the souls ye left behind you
Teach us, here, the way to find you,
Where your other souls are joying,
Never slumber'd, never cloying.
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In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.
Nobody is asleep.
The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.
The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,
and the man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the
street corner
the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the
stars.
Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.
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A heart so pure, a love so true,
A girl loves me, yet cannot say it too.
Her eyes do speak, her smile does glow,
But words, they hesitate to flow.
She's afraid to express her heart's desire,
Afraid of being hurt, of being denied.
But I, oh how I long to hear,
The sweetest words, the purest cheer.
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Saturday morning November 18, 2023 at 5: 08 a.m.; continued on Thursday morning, November 30,2023 at 7: 12 a.m. and at 9: 52 a.m.; finished at 10: 53 a.m.; addendum at 11: 04 a.m.
—this poem is dedicated to my former girlfriend Stephanie DeRienzo, formerly of Kew Gardens, Queens, New York,
who I met as she vacationed in Freeport, Bahamas in March 1980, and to Karen Cuccio-Davis who presently resides in New Port Richey, Florida
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Some may think I'm crazy
I'm not
I'm just a wild man
Wildly in love with you
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The Heart Of Children And Their Mondial Hunger
infatuated
I'm not a teenager anymore
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New paradigms of cutting edge knowledge have brought us to a bottleneck...
No more steam metaphors coming our our ears.
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Translation of Arthur Rimbaud poem ' Democracy' into Kurdish
'ئاڵا ڕێدەکا رووەو دیمەنی قێزەون،
زاراوەکانمان زاڵ دەبێت بەسەر لەرەی تەپڵەکان'
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Never think its over ‼
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Never relent because the surface of earth rotates
The sun and the moon are constant, only the wise will relate
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Cry me the moon
The wolf is lost
On dismal night
The stars have dimmed
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So everything is changing and I feel so good,
I feel so good with the change of air and fire.
With air and fire I am the front runner here,
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Saturday morning November 18,2023, begun at 11: 15 a.m. and completed at 11: 49 a.m.
Local police in Cary and Raleigh, North Carolina
are growing desperate, losing power to me daily—
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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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