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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Dear Thomas, didst thou never pop
Thy head into a tin-man's shop?
There, Thomas, didst thou never see
('Tis but by way of simile)
A squirrel spend his little rage
In jumping round a rolling cage?
The cage, as either side turn'd up,
Striking a ring of bells a-top?--
Mov'd in the orb, pleas'd with the chimes,
The foolish creature thinks he climbs:
But here or there, turn wood or wire,
He never gets two inches higher.
So fares it with those merry blades,
That frisk it under Pindus' shades.
In noble songs, and lofty odes,
They tread on stars, and talk with gods;
Still dancing in an airy round,
Still pleas'd with their own verses' sound;
Brought back, how fast soe'er they go,
Always aspiring, always low.
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Your whole way with shining evil's coal
Margaret, they all do bravely judge.
What's your fault? The body sinned as such,
Innocent you have retained your soul.
To all people it's the same, I know,
To all nodded with a blurry smile.
And with this sorrowful semi-smile
You have wept yourself long time ago.
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She chose being silent,
Cause she was tired,
From waiting for someone
To hear her out.
People around,
Never cared,
How she was
Burning inside.
Being alone and quite,
Is what become her saviour.
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Tears can have a dual purpose.
Sadness and happiness
So, draw back the moth-eaten curtains.
It is about life and bearing witness.
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Not everyone's born with wealth to share,
But a rich heart at birth is a rare find to spare.
Don't hide behind bushes; don't judge with haste,
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I saw one with the placidness of death
A necropolis pummelled, with mallets of sorrow,
By the brutishness of Silence and numbed by the
Prickly shafts of premature grey hair, sickly and odorous.
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Ook in Nederland vinden velen Trump zoals Wilders geweldig. Maar de nul bijdrage leverende individu, profiteur en parasiet (ze krijgen de macht (niet voor de misdaden) door ons, het volk) raakt uit zijn voorraadje van uitweidingsmanouevres en excuses dan volgt de regel dat op het gevolg dus dat op de consequentie van inconsequent handelen inconsequentie volgt, er is hier geen jojo weg of hogere waarheid meer over waarin men dan vervolgens weg kan vluchten, je kunt hooguit zeuren, Dankjewel pleidooi opwerpen en een ongeloofwaardig SORRY dat je Het Zo niet Bedoelde! Je aard wordt onontkoombaar blootgesteld!
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It sits beside you in the quiet,
fills the empty spaces between breaths.
No need for words, no need for touch
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A mutant named Logan, so gruff,
Whose claws were quite sharp, that's enough.
He'd heal from a blast,
Then grumble, 'Too fast! '
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Straten vol hoop,
stemmen die groeien als jonge bladeren,
ademend na een lange winter.
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Boyhood was a one-night stand,
So brief and unforgettable,
Full of dreams,
Sweet —like a rooftop party,
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Zachte wind waait door de straten,
een stem die lang verzwegen was
vindt eindelijk klank in hoopvolle harten.
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Foundation.
If you've gone through separation, did sleep come easy or not?
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Ein Hauch im Wind,
ein Körnchen Staub in endlosen Wellen.
Die Welt dreht sich,
mit oder ohne mich.
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There once was a spy named Bourne, quite terse,
Whose memory loss made things worse.
He'd fight with a chair,
Then vanish from there,
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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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