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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.
Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.
May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.
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Here I am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face
how did this happen
well that's who I wanted to be
at last a woman
in the old style sitting
stout thighs apart under
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When I was seven, I was told
I had a strong imagination.
I saw things that weren't there—
things that didn't belong.
But not often.
When I was eight, I was told
I had a strong imagination.
I heard what others couldn't,
things I shouldn't have heard.
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On the streets, hear our American voices rise and declare
While we gather, steadfast, free and brave.
With signs held high, we chant and sing,
"No throne, no crown, no tyrant king! "
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Khulna, my city of heart and soul,
A golden ring in dream's control,
By rivers winding, calm and wide,
Memories bloom on every side.
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My Friend,
Musical string,
Plays melodious tune,
Full of life and ready to help,
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The Promised land no more
reeks of milk and honey
but of melted iron and of money
amok and havoc in turmoil
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Numbers were not the cost to think;
Night and withdraw ill a must to wink,
Colors and funeral were dustly cone
Ripples and waste repel the fore;
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If thou wouldst love like a poet, forsaking riches here,
Wouldst stay poor and fully know it, as poverty stays near,
And watch young darlings marry friends who smirk at thy demise,
Kiss goodbye as each young year ends before thy very eyes.
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She gazed at herself in the mirror and fell in love that day!
When she wanted to get nearer, the glass then broke away!
The doctor sent to treat her face was bashful yet so kind,
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She knits, she paints, she bakes, she writes, she craft - divine,
Sells bags, accessories, statues, reads palms — what a sign! ? !
But ask her 'How's business? ' she'll sigh so deep, hmmmm...
'Like Sani bagawan's grip, it puts everyone to sleep! ' 😆
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Sang and remedy,
To my ocean's bee
Right o' fill'em,
Understood we
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Asiwaju
Omoajon
towering Iroko of the scholarly grove
with roots that grasps the earth's stories
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Ours is a connection
orchestrated by the Universe
and its forces whispering gently through sleepy skies.
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So I still love you? Bruh, in which parallel timeline?
Even my horoscope begged, "Skip this sign! "
You came back acting like Shah Rukh Khan,
But you're more like expired milk—gone lah, gone!
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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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