Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Aug 2022 7:30pm
13th Aug 2022 7:30pm
Scent
So you said you were coming
sooner or later
like the ray of a burning sun.
Like a rain that heals
all the scars on the skin.
And the icy air around me
smelled like your sex.
Everything smelled like you,
everything was white and placid
like you.
Like the mark you left
in this bed.
My nose looking for you
in all the folds of the curtains.
And your scent that doesn't leave me.
Your scent that eats me alive!
The fruit under the dresser,
forgotten,
solid,
dry.
Your scent in...
sooner or later
like the ray of a burning sun.
Like a rain that heals
all the scars on the skin.
And the icy air around me
smelled like your sex.
Everything smelled like you,
everything was white and placid
like you.
Like the mark you left
in this bed.
My nose looking for you
in all the folds of the curtains.
And your scent that doesn't leave me.
Your scent that eats me alive!
The fruit under the dresser,
forgotten,
solid,
dry.
Your scent in...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#sexy
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SELF POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 1:44pm
10th Aug 2022 1:44pm
Cervical Uncarthroses
I feel my body trampled,
like after a beating...
crawling on the ceiling!
The concrete sound of an insect
takes up the ear's time.
Blurred vision, and silly version,
of all components of a drug.
Unwanted cramps.
Tight muscle!
Tendons, tensions, tendons.
The cold air makes my neck hurt.
It's really, really, really cruel.
PAR
like after a beating...
crawling on the ceiling!
The concrete sound of an insect
takes up the ear's time.
Blurred vision, and silly version,
of all components of a drug.
Unwanted cramps.
Tight muscle!
Tendons, tensions, tendons.
The cold air makes my neck hurt.
It's really, really, really cruel.
PAR
#illness
#suffering
#hurt
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DARK POEM
Published
10th Aug 2022 12:59pm
10th Aug 2022 12:59pm
Itinerant Climatology
Who sees them pass like this in a low flight.
Van Gogh wrestling with blue paint paste.
Like someone who puts down an elephant's foot.
Frida Kahlo breathing her reflection in the mirror.
This one takes a snake that crawls slowly.
Salvador Dali riding his snails in ecstasy.
He ruffles himself with spiders' paws.
Sylvia Plath left words on the grates of an oven.
Camouflaged in stripes of exhausted Bengal tigers.
Egon Schiele leaving three days after his wife.
The one who sees the bird in calm low flight.
This one knows...
Van Gogh wrestling with blue paint paste.
Like someone who puts down an elephant's foot.
Frida Kahlo breathing her reflection in the mirror.
This one takes a snake that crawls slowly.
Salvador Dali riding his snails in ecstasy.
He ruffles himself with spiders' paws.
Sylvia Plath left words on the grates of an oven.
Camouflaged in stripes of exhausted Bengal tigers.
Egon Schiele leaving three days after his wife.
The one who sees the bird in calm low flight.
This one knows...
#LifeStruggles
#rhyming
#LifeAsAWriter
#art
#emotions
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 11:58am
8th Aug 2022 11:58am
Disappointment poem
What shall we do with the gods?
Keep them in the drawers...
(would they forget about themselves?)
They would be taking up space.
Stealling the place of some,
possibly more practical, tools.
What if later, the gods take revenge
by making the pineapple peeler stop working?
The gods I know would have more fun
mixing up all the numbers of the unpaid bills!
We can always send gods to bed
without dessert or a goodnight kiss.
Would they uncharge themselves?
Gods are very well known for using
cellphones to...
Keep them in the drawers...
(would they forget about themselves?)
They would be taking up space.
Stealling the place of some,
possibly more practical, tools.
What if later, the gods take revenge
by making the pineapple peeler stop working?
The gods I know would have more fun
mixing up all the numbers of the unpaid bills!
We can always send gods to bed
without dessert or a goodnight kiss.
Would they uncharge themselves?
Gods are very well known for using
cellphones to...
#faith
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2022 11:52am
8th Aug 2022 11:52am
Thunder
I am still an echo
added to the silent distance
of your recesses.
PAR
added to the silent distance
of your recesses.
PAR
#identity
#myself
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection #SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th Aug 2022 1:58pm
5th Aug 2022 1:58pm
Could it be the wind?
He knocked on my door.
He knocked on my door!
He was at my door.
They shot down seagulls.
"Population Control"
they said.
I wanted to see you, he told me.
“I wanted to hear from you!”
He told me again.
He hit me in the face.
I slammed the door on his face!
He made a sad face...
He made a bad face...
The blood contrasted
with the black shadows in the eyes.
They shot him at my door.
“Out of control!”
they said.
PAR
He knocked on my door!
He was at my door.
They shot down seagulls.
"Population Control"
they said.
I wanted to see you, he told me.
“I wanted to hear from you!”
He told me again.
He hit me in the face.
I slammed the door on his face!
He made a sad face...
He made a bad face...
The blood contrasted
with the black shadows in the eyes.
They shot him at my door.
“Out of control!”
they said.
PAR
#love
#lust
#boyfriend
#men
#lover
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Aug 2022 3:56pm
4th Aug 2022 3:56pm
post office
the being was the being was the being was
beheaded by the country's navy...
...
..., bled slowly, ...
its parts scattered like ashes
the doors
open open open open
there is a taxi waiting
there is a taxi that is not
either in wait or in wait
was the being that had been
...
PAR
beheaded by the country's navy...
...
..., bled slowly, ...
its parts scattered like ashes
the doors
open open open open
there is a taxi waiting
there is a taxi that is not
either in wait or in wait
was the being that had been
...
PAR
#love
#kindness
#husband
#boyfriend
#men
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2022 4:21pm
3rd Aug 2022 4:21pm
Still (Collaboration with Wafflenose)
What are you waiting for
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I leave.
In...
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I leave.
In...
#sadness
#rejection
#PowerOfWords
#art
#collaboration
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ANGER POEM
Published
3rd Aug 2022 11:50am
3rd Aug 2022 11:50am
The melting of the polar ice caps
A non-poem poem
to avoid this theme.
A poem by whom
to say what went wrong!
The worms drag your poems
by the wet soil of crude oil.
Such a short poem...
To say who bent you.
A dead seal does not see
the bear killed by cruel starvation.
The sperm whale lost the sensation
of the giant squid's embrace.
A poem you had taken,
to confirm the error!
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land where he will rest.
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land he has...
to avoid this theme.
A poem by whom
to say what went wrong!
The worms drag your poems
by the wet soil of crude oil.
Such a short poem...
To say who bent you.
A dead seal does not see
the bear killed by cruel starvation.
The sperm whale lost the sensation
of the giant squid's embrace.
A poem you had taken,
to confirm the error!
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land where he will rest.
A migrant under the sea
does not see the land he has...
#murder
#nature
#despair #suffering
#despair #suffering
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2022 1:45pm
2nd Aug 2022 1:45pm
Cashier Visitation
Why couldn't I condition myself
to a box in which everything
was kindly set for me?
Does the box make you shiver? Does it?
It's set, another wins!
Also, why should I be a friend
of someone, the disgusting!
Pay attention to the baggage.
To the most crowded suitcase of all.
Does the bag make you shiver? Does it?
Everything that is full is not a closet,
The closet, by all accounts, is empty.
Are you upset about how empty it is?
Does it hurt you to see the closet so empty?
I saw the dark instrument of...
to a box in which everything
was kindly set for me?
Does the box make you shiver? Does it?
It's set, another wins!
Also, why should I be a friend
of someone, the disgusting!
Pay attention to the baggage.
To the most crowded suitcase of all.
Does the bag make you shiver? Does it?
Everything that is full is not a closet,
The closet, by all accounts, is empty.
Are you upset about how empty it is?
Does it hurt you to see the closet so empty?
I saw the dark instrument of...
#anger
#war
#LifeStruggles
#LifeCycle
#pandemic
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jul 2022 2:43pm
30th Jul 2022 2:43pm
Effects (Collaboration with Wafflenose)
The reverberation
of his words
hung in the air,
resonating
within her soul
from afar.
Snippets of phrases
echoed in
the caves of their ears;
a train coming out
of a golden seashell;
screech and whistle
pulsating in its wake.
Half-formed phrases
vibrated into song
which, beating,
grew so strong.
In a harmony glow
so far from home
as a red drop
in the neverending snow,
they listened.
of his words
hung in the air,
resonating
within her soul
from afar.
Snippets of phrases
echoed in
the caves of their ears;
a train coming out
of a golden seashell;
screech and whistle
pulsating in its wake.
Half-formed phrases
vibrated into song
which, beating,
grew so strong.
In a harmony glow
so far from home
as a red drop
in the neverending snow,
they listened.
#kindness
#friendship
#PowerOfWords
#art
#collaboration
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STORY POEM
Published
30th Jul 2022 2:29pm
30th Jul 2022 2:29pm
Tea Time
Alice went for a walk
and she'll be right back.
She will bring rabbit to
dinner and if she can't
even a cat will do...
PAR
and she'll be right back.
She will bring rabbit to
dinner and if she can't
even a cat will do...
PAR
#fairies
#aliens
#witches
#zombies
#mermaids
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