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
22nd Apr 2023 6:22pm
22nd Apr 2023 6:22pm
Theseus and the Minotaur
the taut thread
in the passages
of the cold labyrinth
the paper walls
minotaur scratches
the silk curtains
of cobwebs
Ariadne knows more
than what you think
she knows how to make a thread
that everything can handle
the thrust of penetration
of Theseus
and the destructive force
from the horns of the halfman
no hero could foresee
the fragile thread stretched
that unites the beginnings
to the inevitable ends
Ariadne sees all
that passes through the curtains
of cobwebs ...
in the passages
of the cold labyrinth
the paper walls
minotaur scratches
the silk curtains
of cobwebs
Ariadne knows more
than what you think
she knows how to make a thread
that everything can handle
the thrust of penetration
of Theseus
and the destructive force
from the horns of the halfman
no hero could foresee
the fragile thread stretched
that unites the beginnings
to the inevitable ends
Ariadne sees all
that passes through the curtains
of cobwebs ...
#conflict
#mirror
#myself
#mythology
#tragedy
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SELF POEM
Published
21st Apr 2023 12:12pm
21st Apr 2023 12:12pm
Promontory
For time it doesn't matter
the wrinkles that the old man has.
Time is so much older than the most
old of all men.
…
And again the old man thinks of his
moments told and tells stories
of a clean past time.
...
Dishes washed in the passing river
that only happens once
in the same place!
…
Place it is supposed to in time.
Stay - no - pass.
The old man simply caresses the marks
that time has dug into him and into his skin.
...
Like the insistent wind that rips
The tough rock face.
The old man is a...
the wrinkles that the old man has.
Time is so much older than the most
old of all men.
…
And again the old man thinks of his
moments told and tells stories
of a clean past time.
...
Dishes washed in the passing river
that only happens once
in the same place!
…
Place it is supposed to in time.
Stay - no - pass.
The old man simply caresses the marks
that time has dug into him and into his skin.
...
Like the insistent wind that rips
The tough rock face.
The old man is a...
#mirror
#humankind
#myself
#aging
#philosophical
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EROTIC POEM
Published
20th Apr 2023 4:43pm
20th Apr 2023 4:43pm
Sum
one finger, two fingers, the hand...
in the middle, on the side, there... no!
bite on the lips
licking the soles of the feet
snake wrapped around branch
thick sweat and spurs
stirrups and whip
downtime downtime
glow that calls
and call it hard
hardness so tender
that opens and pierces
thirst for much
hungry for everything
mute dialog
horse and rider
united in struggle
that lock of bodies
which were two
and merge
in a third.
PAR
in the middle, on the side, there... no!
bite on the lips
licking the soles of the feet
snake wrapped around branch
thick sweat and spurs
stirrups and whip
downtime downtime
glow that calls
and call it hard
hardness so tender
that opens and pierces
thirst for much
hungry for everything
mute dialog
horse and rider
united in struggle
that lock of bodies
which were two
and merge
in a third.
PAR
#erotic
#sensual
#temptation
#passion
#seductive
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Apr 2023 3:08pm
19th Apr 2023 3:08pm
Memory Portrait
dare you to paint
a portrait of me
by memory
just with simple strokes
that you kept
on the fingerprints
and the shadows
in your innocent look
I'm a clown
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
by any light
unpainted...
I'm a mutt
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
of any light
unpainted...
I'm a homeless
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares ...
a portrait of me
by memory
just with simple strokes
that you kept
on the fingerprints
and the shadows
in your innocent look
I'm a clown
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
by any light
unpainted...
I'm a mutt
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares
of any light
unpainted...
I'm a homeless
who goes around
giving the naked face
in the alleys, in the squares ...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 11:59pm
17th Apr 2023 11:59pm
Consciousness
say what they say
conscience does not weigh
consciousness is a state
comatose and translucent
who does not suffer any
effect on the part of
gravitational pull
conscience is synonymous
to forgetfulness...
consciousness is absence
of a scapegoat
consciousness is a moment
of millimeters in opening
of the blinds
it's the face in the dark
the shadow behind the curtain
the unknown look
in the rays of light that tear
the trellises, the silk and the
usefulness
metaphysical...
conscience does not weigh
consciousness is a state
comatose and translucent
who does not suffer any
effect on the part of
gravitational pull
conscience is synonymous
to forgetfulness...
consciousness is absence
of a scapegoat
consciousness is a moment
of millimeters in opening
of the blinds
it's the face in the dark
the shadow behind the curtain
the unknown look
in the rays of light that tear
the trellises, the silk and the
usefulness
metaphysical...
#atheism
#philosophical
#wisdom #StreamOfConsciousness
#wisdom #StreamOfConsciousness
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 2:19pm
17th Apr 2023 2:19pm
Laika loitered in the streets
Sometimes she howled at the moon.
Certain men laid hands on her.
And they robbed her of her eagerness!
She had no plans, the bitch!
She just minded her own business...
So they put her in a cell.
That flew in the sky, so lost!
Lost in the air, in rotation...
She dialogued with loneliness!
In the light of yellow dawn.
The ship would not return to the ground.
They would never get her out of prison.
She decided to become a star.
PAR
Sometimes she howled at the moon.
Certain men laid hands on her.
And they robbed her of her eagerness!
She had no plans, the bitch!
She just minded her own business...
So they put her in a cell.
That flew in the sky, so lost!
Lost in the air, in rotation...
She dialogued with loneliness!
In the light of yellow dawn.
The ship would not return to the ground.
They would never get her out of prison.
She decided to become a star.
PAR
#dogs
#animals
#passion #scifi
#passion #scifi
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2023 12:23pm
17th Apr 2023 12:23pm
Hamadryads
so then
he started to think
about the way
that she pored over
and whispered to him:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
and the avenues
of his blood
were immediately
in slow traffic
everything dilated
in his geography
to the simple sound
of her voice among the leaves:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
the sound of her voice
straightened all
the trunks of the forest
brought the song to life
of all the flowers
sweetness in full bloom
...
he started to think
about the way
that she pored over
and whispered to him:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
and the avenues
of his blood
were immediately
in slow traffic
everything dilated
in his geography
to the simple sound
of her voice among the leaves:
...I want you to touch
my exposed nerve...
the sound of her voice
straightened all
the trunks of the forest
brought the song to life
of all the flowers
sweetness in full bloom
...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#mythology
#passion
198 reads
8 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
15th Apr 2023 2:37pm
15th Apr 2023 2:37pm
Jellyfish
I'll dive all night
in an underwater cave
use my moves
and my daring action
I will cling to the seaweed
not to lose depth
I will tie myself to your pleas
before time suffocates us
I'll get lost in troubled waters
to find you in the air bubbles
after diving
I will throw myself to your beaches
I don't care if there are dangers
whether dominated or attacking
I will feel almost out of breath
for nothing more than a second
Starfish on this floor
sea urchins under us
stinging us, giving...
in an underwater cave
use my moves
and my daring action
I will cling to the seaweed
not to lose depth
I will tie myself to your pleas
before time suffocates us
I'll get lost in troubled waters
to find you in the air bubbles
after diving
I will throw myself to your beaches
I don't care if there are dangers
whether dominated or attacking
I will feel almost out of breath
for nothing more than a second
Starfish on this floor
sea urchins under us
stinging us, giving...
#love
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
#sexy
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STORY POEM
Published
14th Apr 2023 12:55pm
14th Apr 2023 12:55pm
Three Non-Newtonian Laws
One : Basic Rules of Free Love
Absolute Freedom (1)
Unconditional Love (2)
Not exactly in that order.
(*) not valid for countries
where laws prohibit love,
freedom or both!
Two: General Postulate of Nonexistence
some human beings are,
also,
artists and some artists are,
also,
human beings.
(*) not valid for humans
who claim that their children too
would do what the artist presents...
Three: Dance of Universal Gravitation
the drifting planets
perplexed free ...
Absolute Freedom (1)
Unconditional Love (2)
Not exactly in that order.
(*) not valid for countries
where laws prohibit love,
freedom or both!
Two: General Postulate of Nonexistence
some human beings are,
also,
artists and some artists are,
also,
human beings.
(*) not valid for humans
who claim that their children too
would do what the artist presents...
Three: Dance of Universal Gravitation
the drifting planets
perplexed free ...
#satirical
#mythology
#philosophical #obsession
#philosophical #obsession
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11 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2023 2:11pm
13th Apr 2023 2:11pm
Between Scylla and Charybdis
a body in the hands
volatile oozes and
dehydrates the skin
we touch it
we let him be
we want to appropriate it
we breathe the air
that it exudes
we lick the drops
that cover the hair
a strange void
inhabits the space
between the body
and the hands
a concrete void
that fills the hands
the mouth and the pores
a tactile void
slips fickle
and exposes the skin
the body expands into the void
and fills all hands...
we sip it
we watch him be
we drop it in the air
a...
volatile oozes and
dehydrates the skin
we touch it
we let him be
we want to appropriate it
we breathe the air
that it exudes
we lick the drops
that cover the hair
a strange void
inhabits the space
between the body
and the hands
a concrete void
that fills the hands
the mouth and the pores
a tactile void
slips fickle
and exposes the skin
the body expands into the void
and fills all hands...
we sip it
we watch him be
we drop it in the air
a...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry #mythology
#WritingPoetry #mythology
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12 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Apr 2023 11:10am
13th Apr 2023 11:10am
You would go willingly... I would return longingly.
Who goes there?
Who goes there,
asked the shadow of the wind
that knocks on the door
and arrives in the mail
the voice of the troubadour thunders
in the eyes
the light of a day
that melts in the night
all fingers
point north
but nobody leaves
no one leaves
no one lives anymore
the drama
the voices of the gods
who brought the wind
froze actors
left everyone asleep
only the continuum bends still
to catch the words.
I get lost in the labyrinth
I replace myself with the...
Who goes there,
asked the shadow of the wind
that knocks on the door
and arrives in the mail
the voice of the troubadour thunders
in the eyes
the light of a day
that melts in the night
all fingers
point north
but nobody leaves
no one leaves
no one lives anymore
the drama
the voices of the gods
who brought the wind
froze actors
left everyone asleep
only the continuum bends still
to catch the words.
I get lost in the labyrinth
I replace myself with the...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#redemption
#philosophical
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EROTIC POEM
Published
12th Apr 2023 12:21pm
12th Apr 2023 12:21pm
Penelope awaits Ulysses forever
cherry blossom time
white perfumes
and the pristine skies
no artificial satellites
and reduced possibilities
of precipitation
falling masks...
mischaracterized characters
a gram of time
on the edge of the extinguishing candle
empty stage open scene
red fruits that kiss
the arch of the roof of the mouth
blooming flowers and wind
green flaring nostrils
the crusaders return
many years later
missing the smells
of the cherry trees
and the columns of the cloisters
only Ulysses...
white perfumes
and the pristine skies
no artificial satellites
and reduced possibilities
of precipitation
falling masks...
mischaracterized characters
a gram of time
on the edge of the extinguishing candle
empty stage open scene
red fruits that kiss
the arch of the roof of the mouth
blooming flowers and wind
green flaring nostrils
the crusaders return
many years later
missing the smells
of the cherry trees
and the columns of the cloisters
only Ulysses...
#love
#erotic
#mythology #respect
#mythology #respect
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