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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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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I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still
A spirit beautiful and bright,
Yet I am I, who long to be
Lost as a light is lost in light.
Oh plunge me deep in love- put out
My senses, leave me deaf and blind,
Swept by the tempest of your love,
A taper in a rushing wind.
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Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
Huge moons there wax and wane-
Again- again- again-
Every moment of the night-
Forever changing places-
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
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I don't know where to go,
Where will I go?
Everywhere there is obstruction,
And everywhere there is competition!
Everywhere, I am chained,
I am answerable to my parents,
wife, and to my boss!
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Faces false
that flocks in a million frames
combine to make one
mock at me
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The rain falls, the wind blows and the wind-bell sings in according to the wind.
On the thin window, the silhouette looms and longtime'll take to be bright
In the back yard, the bamboos are swaying in the dark and deepening night,
It's barely four o'clock, when I woke up by been hitting the door by wind.
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there is no madrigal
for this, sad nightingale
in my heart.
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spring rain is always a blessing with green fields
spring rain cast off your chill snow sleet veils
spring rains warmer bless past cold frozen ground
spring rains warm bless semi desert hard ground
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walking toward the square of Malevich
I bound my hair with constellations
my head so filled with
thorns and blank recriminations
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Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.
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I was wearing a dress of impeachable hue
at least, that's what they said.
I thought it was only the color of roses
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for Hans Christian Andersen and for Osip Mandelstam
this is my matchstick
poem with nothing to
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"The same as it was
before I arrived …
Some better, some worse
some forever contrived"
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The wind-bell hangs from the eaves, singing in the morning,
The tiny Bamboos in the back garden rustle, like horning,
From the trees on the royal tomb, crows, cawing loudly
In the coolness of autumn, the east window lights continuously
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See? Meek as minute.
Common. Yet within
This one drop's sun-gilding
Plush rosy world dense
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Cloaked in a charm
Of fleecy mists.
Out-eyed, now more bewitchingly.
Yet in reach of
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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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