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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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The most important thing we've learned,
So far as children are concerned,
Is never, NEVER, NEVER let
Them near your television set -
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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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Mama, come back.
Why did you leave
now that I am learning you?
The landlady next door
how she apologizes
for my rough brown skin
to her tenant from Hong Kong
as if I were her daughter,
as if she were you.
How do I say I miss you
your scolding
your presence
your roast loin of pork
more succulent, more tender
than any hotel chef's?
The fur coat you wanted
making you look like a polar bear
and the mink-trimmed coat
I once surprised you
on Christmas morning.
Mama, how you said 'importment'
for important,
your gold tooth flashing
an insecurity you dared not bare,
wanting recognition
simply as eating noodles
and riding in a motor car
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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a gray mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
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If you Face the rainy season
With fewer sighs and grunts
It will be a cheerful dance
During the summer months
Dancing in the rain
Will keep depression at bay
And you will feel confident
To face, come what may…
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Mond - Sohne, Glück und Ironie.
Mond - Liebe, Mut und Harmonie.
Mond- allein, zusammen ich
und du,
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25th April 2025.
time flies and God i wish the eternal fountain of youth us real, I CAN'T BELIEVE I AM 23 THIS YEAR. it felt like just yesterday I just had my first kiss, first heartbreak, first day in highschool and today I'm no longer a young dumb and broke teenager but a young dumb and broke adult 😭 ok enough yapping so here's to myself,
______________________________________________happy birthday,
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Was any of it true?
Gazing at me starry-eyed
In your Jehovah's Witness suit
Who the fuck was that guy?
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upon death we surely do move on
now he inhabits the right side of the sofa
he inhabits the hall rug
he inhabits the oven door
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पहलगाम की वादियाँ कल रो पड़ी थीं,
चुप थे चिनार और नदियाँ भी सिसक रही थीं।
जहाँ सैलानी हँसते थे, तस्वीरें बनाते,
वहीं अब बारूद की बू फैली थी रात भर।
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पहलगाम की धरती बोली, अब न कोई आँसू होंगे,
शेरों के इस वतन में बस गर्जन और बारूद होंगे।
जहाँ चले थे नापाक कदम, वहां तिरंगा लहराएगा,
हर एक शहीद का बदला अब दुश्मन को दिखलाएगा।
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She is a scientist,
But she still smiles and laughs with the flowers,
And plays with the butterflies as they pass.
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Rule One: Never cry during the day.
People will see soft.
Soft gets you a bullet,
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How many more scars will we bear?
How many more stitches will we endure?
Concealing pain, finding strength within
A journey to motherhood just begun.
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How many more scars
how many more stitches?
A soul yearning for motherhood's
Mentally and physically
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When nights whisper secrets
and love's pure face
Fades like the dawn
we're left to replace
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Skipping stones on a pond, never looking far beyond
Each touch making a ripple, no thought a bird to cripple
A rock thrown unintended, hits a bird, its life now ended
Damage done its feathers offended, an injury that can't be mended
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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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