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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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A crow beats on the updraft over a scragged hawthorn,
rocked but plunging on. A stick of Paras, bristling with nerves,
coughs and boots forward along the sheugh.
Long after the soldiers have gone, the crows will settle home.
Since Newry, choppers have been battling back and forth
across the track. These trains are overheated, sweat
stings in my underslept eyes; I'd rather the crows' lift and pluck
than to be here, rocked to the quick, driving on Derry.
I often wish, my love, that we were birds, the wide domains
of Ireland at our turn and fall, the world's wind
our natural element - rain, ice, hail or sun our gods,
the tall pines our greenwhip lightning rods.
Tonight there's a horned moon and Venus trailing
low over the Waterside. Tonight let me fold you in my wings,
pray nobody's killed in dark of country or town. We'll settle
the long night in another of our beds, watch what the morning brings.
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She plucked a blossom fair to see;
Upon my coat I let her pin it;
And thus we stood beneath the tree
A minute.
She turned her smiling face to me;
I saw a roguish sweetness in it;
I kissed her once;—it took, maybe,
A minute.
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ELANA
I found you—
alone and afraid
in a distant, cold world
so different from mine.
Your heart became my obsession,
even before I truly knew you.
Still, somehow,
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The Old Book
It lies on the table, buried in dust,
an old book,
unaware of the electric meter's worries.
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Behold, night is now casting
its black curtains all around.
The day is no longer lasting,
and shadows now will surround.
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epic
you spill stories— scattered leaves in your autumn breath, some thorns in the bush, others laughter in the wind. i gather each whisper, as if it were the epic carved on the walls of my soul.
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Shit.. This is my life right now
I've lost so much of me in the past
Shit.. the pain hurts me so much that all I could do is just laugh
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people call me incomprehensible,
someone they can't seem to understand,
my feelings are spoken with ultimate simplicity,
so it's seems y'all are below my standards,
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Da drizzle of a grey day, pressure dropped ta where da temperature stopped
Da cold's got a hold on an old back, wid each bend arthritic bones crack
Fog's settlin' in, noticed some spots on ma skin, hope dem cancer ain't started again
Last time dey took em off was when Ma ad dat terrible cough, she died last spring, can't find ma marriage ring, think ah eard da phone ring
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Mphatlalatšane, leitšibolo la masa,
O phadimiša mahlo nakong ya ge lefase le sa potuma,
O goa mogoo ka setu, o sa fele pelo—
O tliša kholofelo, o rulaganya mahube a meso.
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I miss them dearly,
In the ebb and flow of time
t truly their verse whispers secrets
that echoes of a bygone era's radiance
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There is a weight in knowing too much needs healing;
A heart swollen with silence,
A mind restless with the noise of unfinished silent squabbles.
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How Can We Not Have This Conversation
How can we not have this conversation
where footprints of the poor vanish
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चुपचाप बूँद बूँद उतर रही है,
धरती की गोदी में सिमट सहम कर!
माँ की उँगली थामे,
रुपहले सपने सी!
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he told you he just wanted
to hang out
but really he wanted in
your pants
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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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