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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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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The heart can think of no devotion
Greater than being shore to ocean -
Holding the curve of one position,
Counting an endless repetition.
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
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They ask me why I never speak,
why my words come slow, like fractured light
spilling through the cracks of a locked door.
But how do you shape a scream into something soft?
How do you make a wound sound beautiful?
I keep my voice in my pocket, folded small,
tucked between the lint and the loose change
of all the times I almost said something,
but swallowed it down like a stone.
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Some days I carry storms inside,
But speak with skies so clear,
I laugh like I'm not crumbling slow,
And blink away each tear.
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I've cursed the stars,
Thrown prayers at walls,
Shouted at silence
In empty halls.
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If I could sit beside you now,
No words — just hush, no sacred vow.
I'd take your hand, not ask you why,
Just let you lean, just let you cry.
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I walked through storms with no umbrella,
Fed the world with empty hands.
Loved like rivers, deep and endless —
Still they left me in the sands.
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When I was a babe I wanted a milk maid
As a child I played and dreamed of a mermaid
In youth I prayed wishing for a young maid
Without the maid love was hand made
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He called me wild, said I was flame,
But couldn't handle a woman with name.
I was thunder wrapped in lipstick red,
He brought matches, now he's burnt instead.
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The long lazy days of summer are fast approaching
They are, upon the joys of spring, encroaching
Drowsy, boring days are not far off
As seasons change, they bring cold and cough…
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You walked in like a king,
With your ego in bling,
But baby, I saw it —
A joker without a ring. 👑
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Black my pride
Black my country
Black my freedom
Black my redeemer
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I poured some tea for Saturn last night,
He stirred it slow, gave me a fright.
'Still broke? ' he smirked, with rings in tow,
'Don't rush the bloom — you've seeds to sow.'
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I tried to bake, I tried to sew,
I carved a god from head to toe.
I painted skies and knit with flair,
Yet still folks pass me by and stare!
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Years ago, at every dusk and dawn
A man ran beside my room
What was he running to find?
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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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