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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The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
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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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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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What is the central passion
of a life?
To please mummy & daddy?
To find a home for their furniture?
To found a family of one's own,
possibly a dynasty?
To fill the world with more books
that have no readers
or books that have too many
& kill
too many trees?
What is the passion
that drives us
as the wind drives
a winged seed?
To reproduce ourselves,
then die?
To meet God once
if only in a dream?
To reach enlightenment
through pain
or pleasure?
Or perhaps just
to question
as I am doing now,
& to teach by questioning. . .
Yes- this is both passion
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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 -
Or better still, just don't install
The idiotic thing at all.
In almost every house we've been,
We've watched them gaping at the screen.
They loll and slop and lounge about,
And stare until their eyes pop out.
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In the quiet depths of night,
Your laughter dances like stars,
Whispers echo, warmth ignites,
Time bends softly in our grasp.
Eyes entwined, a sacred flame,
In every heartbeat, I am home,
Together, bound by fate's sweet chain,
Love, my life, in you I roam.
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Listen to the rustle,
of the leaves in the wind.
Listen to the birds, singing
again. Listen to their song,
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After the utmost helplessness
the sufferer draws from his deepest resources
hitherto undiscovered and untapped
and mysteriously such plight he has conquered -
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Listen to the rustle,
of the leaves in the wind.
Listen to the birds, singing
again. Listen to their song,
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Poetry In Nowness:
The Postconceptual Puzzles On Eyelids ons and offs
Questioning agency
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Rich, pink magnolia buds, lush in a deep green world ~ heartbeats of spring
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Myth Ot Reality Circles
Studies inside outs
Studies outside ins
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In this dead slice of night,
I break bread with those passed
Only to awaken,
with my tears in a glass
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The heaven and the earth in the beginning God did create,
Upon the face of the waters did move God's Spirit,
The Word was in the beginning with God,
And the Word was God ever and ever,
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The painted swings now rusted in the breeze,
A silent playground where no laughter rings.
The faded murals on the peeling trees,
A broken carousel where no joy springs.
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The river flows, a constant silent guide,
Where moments drift like leaves upon the stream,
And youthful dreams where once we took our pride,
Now fade to whispers in a waking dream.
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The harmed hope, a flickering candle's gleam,
Against the winds of doubt, it struggles so,
A whispered plea, a half-forgotten dream,
Where shadows lengthen and cold currents flow.
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I dwell
In the absence
You left behind
...
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
...
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.
...
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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