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 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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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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A striped blouse in a clearing by Bazille
Is, you may say, a patroness of boughs
Too queenly kind toward nature to be kin.
But ceremony never did conceal,
Save to the silly eye, which all allows,
How much we are the woods we wander in.
Let her be some Sabrina fresh from stream,
Lucent as shallows slowed by wading sun,
Bedded on fern, the flowers' cynosure:
Then nymph and wood must nod and strive to dream
That she is airy earth, the trees, undone,
Must ape her languor natural and pure.
Ho-hum. I am for wit and wakefulness,
And love this feigning lady by Bazille.
What's lightly hid is deepest understood,
And when with social smile and formal dress
She teaches leaves to curtsey and quadrille,
I think there are most tigers in the wood.
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I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem's room
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He grabs himself a rare few minutes
Away from his white noise
Glass-breaking sound of wood-cutting drills
His appetising ploys
Lay out in front of him on a plate
A block of boiled concrete ham
Cemented mix of mash & a slab of butter
Between this mountain & hill of beans
Brown sauce parts the way to gutter
A timeless masterpiece
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Everything's gone bad, my love.
I'm a fool;
I didn't realize that the past
Was being thrown together into a mix—
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Star-Crushed by Ink soul
Moonlit streams once kissed the cedar's spine,
Torches flared where quiet vows entwine.
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I wish to convey my desire
Emanating from my heart
To hear about Your deeds
From beginning of time.
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Bengali Translation:
আমি যা করি আনন্দ সহ (By Ink Soul)
মূল কবিতা: What I Do With Joy
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Ode to the Voice by Ink soul
In dawn's soft hush, a cry takes wing,
A child of earth, where rivers sing.
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Pain that will never be forgotten by Ink Soul
They came with ink, not sword at first,
To brand the race they deemed the worst.
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Eternal Pulse of Creation by Ink Soul
G is the Generator, Brahma's radiant hand,
Crafting galaxies from dust and sand.
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Whispers of Eternity by Ink Soul
What is the body, but sculpted clay's sway,
A vessel of streams where lifeblood's play?
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ভগবানের পঞ্চতত্ত্বে প্রকৃতি by Ink Soul
ভূমিতে সেজেছে সোনালী কেতন, অন্নে ঢালে প্রাণের গান,
জন্মভূমি জাগে ভগবানের ছোঁয়া, সেবার ছায়ায় জীবন জয়বান।
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ভোরের নরম স্তব্ধতায় উঠে আসে কান্না, by Ink Soul
ভোরের নরম স্তব্ধতায় উঠে আসে কান্না,
পৃথিবীর কন্যা, যেখানে নদীগুলো গায় গানের ধ্বনি।
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Lost Language By Ink Soul
Before they came with sails and creed,
Before the ink, the sword, the speed—
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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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