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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When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
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I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY
Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room,
Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable,
Sagged and reeled and pounded on the table,
A deep rolling bass.
Pounded on the table,
Beat an empty barrel with the handle of a broom,
Hard as they were able,
Boom, boom, BOOM,
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They came like storms, cloaked in night,
Turning morning into fright.
Books were burned, voices chained,
Dreams were drowned in endless pain.
A girl once danced beneath the sky,
Soft hands raised, her laughter high.
Now she walks with eyes cast low,
Buried beneath a world of woe.
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I stand there while the berate me like usual.
All they know is to yell.
Now I embody the anger.
I used to take it like they wanted me to but now I speak back.
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I was just playing in the meadow like any other day,
my mother wanted to show me the man she loved.
It was Mr. Lizard!
Though we had some tough times I made it though the years.
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There are some days
When you do nothing but sigh
Remember, then, my friend
It's always good to cry..
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I look at this THING I possess
The body they claim to be mine
I try to climb out of this vessel but I am trapped inside
I scream to be set free
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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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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
...
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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