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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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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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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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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A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy
Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose -
The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot
Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a 'bit of noise'
Beseech each little Boy -
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THAT crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling She knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.
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The locality is barren in the sword of antichrist.
I hear the spiral sound again and again - that's the cannon!
What brought darkness in exchange for light !
I see, , how cruel the whole world is !
They don't see women, they do not see infants
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Today my 'heart was heavy', & my sweat was flowing.
'Twas near 80 degrees F, nearly no wind was blowing.
In Fortuna now, 'temps' are 15-20 degrees more cool.
If not following my mate, I'd stay in CA; I'm not a fool.
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I was an active and happy person, and had a great fondness for movies,
Like the enthusiastic nature lover, bears a fondness for outdoor beauties.
I indulged in both the old and new movies, those of almost every genre,
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We sometimes think symbolically, though we can't grasp the subject fully or with complete clarity but leave with that 'something' which is lingering mysteriously in our mind and imagination, yet to be crystallised.
It's beyond rationality and language. And beyond our selves.
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Nuchter tot op het bot
maar week tot in de ziel
is het voor U of God
waarom ik nu kniel
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Everything has a price tag
Even a tiny rag,
Everything that has ever been possessed
Has once been blessed.
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Recht voor mijn ogen
danst de zalm vol mededogen
in een poel vol van verderf
het werpt leven in versterf
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Leerzaam als een klein jongetje kruip ik door de mazen van de tegenspraak en vind ik steeds weer schatten. Dat anderen zich onbeschaamd opstellen als executoir testamentair van jouw wezen, door steeds ongegeneerd of uit schaamte, stoerheid of eigen onzekerheid te vragen om legitimatie van je status quo, daarom is de nederigheid dat kind wat steeds wil delen en samen wil spelen, dat het zich zo vaak als groot kindmens onbegrepen voelt komt omdat het in zijn nederigheid verlegen wordt en vaak blijft hangen, gezien men een beetje vals Eenrichtingkje speelt. Toch groeit ook dat kind vlot en voelt zich daardoor gesterkt op de weg waarop het zich bevindt, de weg der genade en mededogen, voor en om en met alles waarin en waarmee het zich dus je je onderweg du moment begeeft. Ik voel me rijk, ik wil begrijpen en zie de geschenken rollen zomaar op mijn pad, ik raap ze op en vol verwondering deel ik het moment.
De mensen die de teerling lijken te moeten werpen of muren opwerpen, werpen alleen een rookgordijn op en wanneer er door dat gordijn een mens komt gekropen begrijpt men die eigen verlegenheid, niet door mij in verlegenheid gebracht maar door de attitude van de goedbedoelde maar vaak luie leegte. Ze begrijpen dat openheid stuit op illusie of maskers en juist daardoor noch sneller bij de persoon zelf is binnengekomen, dat is de angst voor liefde en dat is hun eigen hoge nood.
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Life is beautiful
And so bountiful
But when losers suck
Should you give a muck
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I will write
When I awaken
To morning sky
Obscured by clouds
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The place of liberty and glory
Seemed a myth.
So the sound of freedom was all we needed.
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Buffalo Bill opens a pawn shop on the reservation
right across the border from the liquor store
and he stays open 24 hours a day,7 days a week
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Mary, sweet peace and dearest consolation
of suffering mortal: you are the fount whence springs
the current of solicitude that brings
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Beautiful baby
Born to laugh
Smile and play
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Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
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Sharing my heart isn't easy to do,
Closed off by scares from another untrue,
Guarded and cautious bearing armor within,
Makes it so hard to dare to love once again.
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Your soul is like a painter's landscape where
charming masks in shepherd mummeries
are playing lutes and dancing with an air
of being sad in their fantastic guise.
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She kneels, unable to move
As she watches the warm red pour from him
She fights back the tears
But she cannot stop the brewing brim
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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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TO AMARANTHA; THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVELL HER HAIRE.
I.
Amarantha sweet and faire,
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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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