Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
SELF POEM
Published
Yesterday 12:02pm
Yesterday 12:02pm
Could
could have been a singer
but this was not a great choice
I didn't want to give away my voice.
could have been an actor
but I missed this chance
trying not to join the dance.
could have been a politician
but my stomach was placid
and did not want to contain the acid.
could have been a poet
and write endless lines
where all the threads intertwine...
PAR
but this was not a great choice
I didn't want to give away my voice.
could have been an actor
but I missed this chance
trying not to join the dance.
could have been a politician
but my stomach was placid
and did not want to contain the acid.
could have been a poet
and write endless lines
where all the threads intertwine...
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
#WritingPoetry #philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
3rd Feb 2023 11:54am
3rd Feb 2023 11:54am
Eros
I land on you like a boat
reverse birth in your body so close
meager memory lost horizon.
And that tightness in your chest
spilled milk broken bed
an echo that reaches the ear late
stunned and ill-digested.
Washes everything and shakes the ground
open door, sweat and volcano.
All the times
my loves return,
those old ones;
and we are ready to review
millennia of past nights
and languid back pains.
We hugged the main columns
of the secondary building
hoping to sustain
the vault arch ...
reverse birth in your body so close
meager memory lost horizon.
And that tightness in your chest
spilled milk broken bed
an echo that reaches the ear late
stunned and ill-digested.
Washes everything and shakes the ground
open door, sweat and volcano.
All the times
my loves return,
those old ones;
and we are ready to review
millennia of past nights
and languid back pains.
We hugged the main columns
of the secondary building
hoping to sustain
the vault arch ...
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
34 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2023 4:40pm
2nd Feb 2023 4:40pm
Reflective Laughter
The sun holds on meetings
on mentholated knowledge.
Cool!
The ocean fades
with the oysters
of unbarren delight.
Oh, how the morning dwells
on luscious laughter!
Fool!
Virous dew drops!
A wet cave recalls
worth the night's plater.
The sunset lashes are
for velvet ecstasy.
Pool!
The night quivers
in steaming ecstasy.
Oh, how a wanderer shines
like barking volcanoes!
The sun shadows linger
with studious water.
Tool!
The ocean's...
on mentholated knowledge.
Cool!
The ocean fades
with the oysters
of unbarren delight.
Oh, how the morning dwells
on luscious laughter!
Fool!
Virous dew drops!
A wet cave recalls
worth the night's plater.
The sunset lashes are
for velvet ecstasy.
Pool!
The night quivers
in steaming ecstasy.
Oh, how a wanderer shines
like barking volcanoes!
The sun shadows linger
with studious water.
Tool!
The ocean's...
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2023 2:17pm
2nd Feb 2023 2:17pm
Run for few vacancies
Seventy virgins
when i get to paradise...
What if I don't arrive?
What if I get lost along the way?
And if heaven is too far away and
I give up going there?...
Seventy seems little to me
to risk
seven sticks of dynamite
around the abdomen!
seventy virgins
when i get to paradise...
Does that mean that in a short time
there are no more
virgins for my enjoyment!
Can I take
another seventy with me?
Deck what it was and
Truck what was it.
Suck what was and what was going.
...
when i get to paradise...
What if I don't arrive?
What if I get lost along the way?
And if heaven is too far away and
I give up going there?...
Seventy seems little to me
to risk
seven sticks of dynamite
around the abdomen!
seventy virgins
when i get to paradise...
Does that mean that in a short time
there are no more
virgins for my enjoyment!
Can I take
another seventy with me?
Deck what it was and
Truck what was it.
Suck what was and what was going.
...
#WritingPoetry
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Feb 2023 00:13am
2nd Feb 2023 00:13am
Chills
Nothing,
of what you see from this window,
silence...
Ache
like a cloak
falls asleep
over the roofs of rough fingers...
Frozen.
oblivion and wind
shutting up in the eyes.
These memorable lips
and those insatiable juices...
My desire and your thunder.
Word cloud to lose you.
I do not know if it's true
and I do not know
if it's because
I want your taste in my teeth.
Let me kiss you like that
with the sleep of lost dawns
and a black autumn sky.
So I take...
of what you see from this window,
silence...
Ache
like a cloak
falls asleep
over the roofs of rough fingers...
Frozen.
oblivion and wind
shutting up in the eyes.
These memorable lips
and those insatiable juices...
My desire and your thunder.
Word cloud to lose you.
I do not know if it's true
and I do not know
if it's because
I want your taste in my teeth.
Let me kiss you like that
with the sleep of lost dawns
and a black autumn sky.
So I take...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation
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SELF POEM
Published
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
1st Feb 2023 4:44pm
Numbness
I noticed the scar
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
in his skin
:
memory stuff
of a never ending childhood
:
did it hurt? still hurts?
:
nothing hurts twice
the same pain and
no pain still hurts
:
like the bird that perches
on the ground.
#silence
#mirror
#myself
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st Feb 2023 3:43pm
1st Feb 2023 3:43pm
Kissing you is an addiction that does not quench.
I want to kiss
the poet at length
taste on the tongue
the delight of words
damn
stop the sacred heart
stuff my mouth
from you, poet, from you
and say the poetry
that I let drip like saliva
in my rhymes
consecrated in heart to you
swallowing your beauty
that even far
it's too deep inside me
without a hint of zeal
no cry of appeal
just you, your flesh, your fur
your wet naked
your raw verse
I want to eat you poet
fill my belly with YOU.
PAR
the poet at length
taste on the tongue
the delight of words
damn
stop the sacred heart
stuff my mouth
from you, poet, from you
and say the poetry
that I let drip like saliva
in my rhymes
consecrated in heart to you
swallowing your beauty
that even far
it's too deep inside me
without a hint of zeal
no cry of appeal
just you, your flesh, your fur
your wet naked
your raw verse
I want to eat you poet
fill my belly with YOU.
PAR
#WritingPoetry
39 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2023 11:52pm
31st Jan 2023 11:52pm
Ophthalmias!
The red runs and
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.
Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.
Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.
Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me...
gather the berries
over the railway lines.
The leaves are picked up
from the august sky
fruits are collected
in rust of clouds.
Pick up the grains
that float trains
scratching the floor
in the landscape
that is a lost parallel
to a finite horizon.
Dig the earth
take it in the back
what leaks
on the sides of the wagons
smell of rust
that invades and
leave the conjunctivae
red.
Pour on me
thy lust
cannibal.
But don't bite me
just let me...
#mirror
#myself
49 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2023 2:21pm
31st Jan 2023 2:21pm
Bilingual
Touch me in the depths
kiss me there, in the darkness...
on the wind bend.
hide yourself in me
like a scream.
...
...
...
Toca-me o recôndito
beija-me lá, na escuridão...
na curva do vento.
esconde-te em mim
como um grito.
PAR
kiss me there, in the darkness...
on the wind bend.
hide yourself in me
like a scream.
...
...
...
Toca-me o recôndito
beija-me lá, na escuridão...
na curva do vento.
esconde-te em mim
como um grito.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
50 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
31st Jan 2023 2:06pm
31st Jan 2023 2:06pm
Shelter
I do not like you...
I thought I should inform
before the storm!
Solidity does not last
and the nastiness is pure
illusion of matter.
Still lifes
and landscapes and portraits
running down the walls
soaking the baseboards
covering film
for the meat on the ground.
A scream stopped in the air
castanets atabaques xylophones
thousands of naked women
floating above our heads
raining down on us
weeping clouds
tropical storms
the trumpets of the military band.
Men spin
on...
I thought I should inform
before the storm!
Solidity does not last
and the nastiness is pure
illusion of matter.
Still lifes
and landscapes and portraits
running down the walls
soaking the baseboards
covering film
for the meat on the ground.
A scream stopped in the air
castanets atabaques xylophones
thousands of naked women
floating above our heads
raining down on us
weeping clouds
tropical storms
the trumpets of the military band.
Men spin
on...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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0 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
30th Jan 2023 5:54pm
30th Jan 2023 5:54pm
Moth Halo
cloud assault
like lightning and lightning
like a box of chocolates
too much sugar in the blood
too much sugar in coffee
too many gods for faith
water falling from the sky
water falling from the sky
water that does not wait
to fall from the sky
water that doesn't stop to fall...
There were birds,
in my childhood days,
heard: swallows.
I remember them in the backyard
while he chewed what came to hand:
weeds.
Birds over my head when I was little.
I'm much older now
and the birds seem to have...
like lightning and lightning
like a box of chocolates
too much sugar in the blood
too much sugar in coffee
too many gods for faith
water falling from the sky
water falling from the sky
water that does not wait
to fall from the sky
water that doesn't stop to fall...
There were birds,
in my childhood days,
heard: swallows.
I remember them in the backyard
while he chewed what came to hand:
weeds.
Birds over my head when I was little.
I'm much older now
and the birds seem to have...
#LifeCycle
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4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
30th Jan 2023 1:06pm
30th Jan 2023 1:06pm
Because of a friend named Sérgio
I sing whatever comes to mind
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
As the sound of birds
or the horns or the cars
I sing to the sound of boats
to the sound of the sea
inside the shell Inside the sea
I sing always and all the time
I sing what I sing
because I sing what comes
to my mouth
without sieves and without tribes
I sing only
because I cannot shut up...
PAR
#friendship
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
37 reads
4 Comments
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