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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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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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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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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Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreathed hair,
And gaze upon her smile;
Seem as you drank the very air
Her breath perfumed the while:
And wake for her the gifted line,
That wild and witching lay,
And swear your heart is as a shrine,
That only owns her sway.
'Tis well: I am revenged at last,—
Mark you that scornful cheek,—
The eye averted as you pass'd,
Spoke more than words could speak.
Ay, now by all the bitter tears
That I have shed for thee,—
The racking doubts, the burning fears,—
Avenged they well may be—
By the nights pass'd in sleepless care,
The days of endless woe;
All that you taught my heart to bear,
All that yourself will know.
I would not wish to see you laid
Within an early tomb;
I should forget how you betray'd,
And only weep your doom:
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
A Robin Red breast in a Cage
Puts all Heaven in a Rage.
A dove house fill'd with doves & Pigeons
Shudders Hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his Master's Gate
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You know I love you, don't you?
The lengths I'd go, the words I'd weave,
The dreams I'd craft, the moments I'd share—
All for you, always for you.
I wish for you to see
The way your presence colors my world,
How your laughter chases away shadows,
And your smile lights up my darkest days.
To feel the warmth of my embrace,
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Worldly poet Kevin
Is studying God's space...
Rocket engineering
Out of this world, Rocket Man!
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I am a thief of poems, I steal the poets' hearts,
No mercy to be shown to their poetic authenticity.
They have their rights, they have their arts,
I am but a thief of poems, I follow no reality.
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Messed up at those damn bars
Scores of selfish blockheads
Bartenders stinging me
For damned eternity
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The Paramahamsa
was humble as can be
simple as simple can be
and shabbily dressed,
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One day we will meet together, -in the avenue or a rally
Blooming emotion will create a common goal- "Joy bangla"
One day we will meet together in front of the skeleton
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Mammy died years ago,
So I'm older than her now,
Though I'll never feel this way.
But I'm younger than my father was
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Tuesday morning, September 17, 2024, begun at 8: 57 a.m. and continued at 9: 09 a.m.,9: 14 a.m,9: 20 a.m.,9: 28 a.m.,9: 32 a.m. and 9: 35 a.m.; poem completed and published at 9: 49 a.m.
Instigator, police provocateur April Hollingsworth was
at it again late Sunday night, leaving her nearby townhome
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Chief I am
Whole manager
But today I have nothing to say
First lemme thank God
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Waves of thoughts
Blew toward me
Filling my mind
With immense joy.
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I don't know how many tears
I've caused her
I don't know how many tears
She has left
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Stars give light in the night sky and bring dreams to all;
But due to climate change sky is tarnished by black clouds;
Like only Sun is seen in morning sky only Moon is seen in night'
The beauty of sky is in the hands of Stars twinkling in the night!
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Helicopter helicopter in the sky
Helicopter helicopter its so bright
Helicopter helicopter you're so high
Helicopter helicopter say goodnight!
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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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