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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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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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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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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Look, the eucalyptus, the Atlas pine,
the yellowing ash, all the trees
are gone, and I was older than
all of them. I am older than the moon,
than the stars that fill my plate,
than the unseen planets that huddle
together here at the end of a year
no one wanted. A year more than a year,
in which the sparrows learned
to fly backwards into eternity.
Their brothers and sisters saw this
and refuse to build nests. Before
the week is over they will all
have gone, and the chorus of love
that filled my yard and spilled
into my kitchen each evening
will be gone. I will have to learn
to sing in the voices of pure joy
and pure pain. I will have to forget
my name, my childhood, the years
under the cold dominion of the clock
so that this voice, torn and cracked,
can reach the low hills that shielded
the orange trees once. I will stand
on the back porch as the cold
drifts in, and sing, not for joy,
not for love, not even to be heard.
I will sing so that the darkness
can take hold and whatever
is left, the fallen fruit, the last
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I love this byre. Shadows are kindly here.
The light is flecked with travelling stars of dust,
So quiet it seems after the inn-clamour,
Scraping of fiddles and the stamping feet.
Only the cows, each in her patient box,
Turn their slow eyes, as we and the sunlight enter,
Their slowly rhythmic mouths.
‘That is the stall,
Carpenter. You see it’s too far gone
For patching or repatching. My husband made it,
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The sun is up again, the cameras follow suit,
Another daily episode in your scripted life,
Wake up, make up, kiss it up to others,
You wonder, what shade shall it be today?
We live in a society of sycophants and hypocrites,
Deceit is the trending beauty brand in this generation,
To remain of importance on high status you need to follow the trend,
We've got the liars' lipstick, the eye service eyeshadows,
and most importantly, the cover-up concealer!
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a happy bounce had lost his bounce
it wasn't much, just weighed an ounce
but for this bounce, his bounce was all
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Holding on when skies turn gray, Overcoming doubt that clouds the way. Promises whisper in winds so light, Endings bloom into dawn's new sight.
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Once, in a forgotten city veiled in endless mist, there was a single lantern. It burned not because it had to, but because it chose to. Its flame flickered golden against the cold, struggling against the fog that sought to drown it.
The people of the city, lost in the haze, barely noticed its glow. They stumbled past, whispering that the fog was inevitable—that light had no place in a world built on shadows.
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All across the open sky, Brave hearts chase the stars up high. Calling winds that whisper fate, Dancing dreams that won't abate.
Echoes hum through midnight air, Footsteps lost without a care. Golden rays kiss restless streams, Hope ignites the traveler's dreams.
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Oh, hail the knight so grand and bold, whose armor shined—but full of holes! His sword was bent, his horse was lame, yet still he rode for love and fame!
Upon the field of battle fierce, he swung his blade—alas, a miss! The foe stood still, perplexed and mute, while Sir Misfortune tripped on his boot.
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I called your name in silent light, but only shadows spoke to me. The winds still hum our last goodnight, a song lost in eternity.
Your touch once burned like midnight flame, now all is cold, the stars stand still. The echoes whisper through my name, yet never bend to fate or will.
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Across the fading silver skies, your voice still lingers, soft, unwise. A shadow stitched in moonlight's thread, where every word we left unsaid.
The stars once whispered in your name, a fire lost, yet still the same. You walked away, I stayed behind, a story tangled in my mind.
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One day I rode my bike accross the fields,
Where quiet grew, and trees stood sentinel.
Their ancient scent, a past that time reveals,
I felt the fading culture's silent knell.
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We cannot see it, cannot feel,
Yet time decides what wounds will heal.
It makes us strong, it makes us wise,
It shows the truth behind disguise.
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They said:
'Kill them with kindness.'
I said:
'Bet. But kill them.'
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Here I'm on retirement without you
With the blue canvas of memory
Out of the scene
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The day I saw your fake smiling face,
Should have realised it's a maze,
I could get lost without a gaze…
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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
...
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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