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
8th Mar 2023 11:17pm
8th Mar 2023 11:17pm
ONE
The legends they told me
of loves that did not return
and hours without passing time.
Sound of leaves and wind
cause strange pain
revolts in the naked entrails.
Vomiting sour blood,
chills of nausea and fear,
after reckoning
your perfect forms remain.
And the black silk of your skin
your sparse and fine hair
as dessert candy
after nightmare feet.
A sour hope
invitations to the dance
hollow void of traps.
PAR
of loves that did not return
and hours without passing time.
Sound of leaves and wind
cause strange pain
revolts in the naked entrails.
Vomiting sour blood,
chills of nausea and fear,
after reckoning
your perfect forms remain.
And the black silk of your skin
your sparse and fine hair
as dessert candy
after nightmare feet.
A sour hope
invitations to the dance
hollow void of traps.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
8th Mar 2023 11:14pm
8th Mar 2023 11:14pm
Influencers
The skin
impoverished
of the faces
of the females
and males
nowadays
covered in creams
and other things.
Their swollen mouths
remind me
the banks of rivers
reminds me of the mud
on the banks of rivers.
All in these skins
it tastes like milk
of the worms.
It tastes like wrinkles
in the skins of the worms.
Those skins
of blushy bulky cheeks
of these people
are like memories
of lost times.
They're there
and no one sees them...
Those skins
are...
impoverished
of the faces
of the females
and males
nowadays
covered in creams
and other things.
Their swollen mouths
remind me
the banks of rivers
reminds me of the mud
on the banks of rivers.
All in these skins
it tastes like milk
of the worms.
It tastes like wrinkles
in the skins of the worms.
Those skins
of blushy bulky cheeks
of these people
are like memories
of lost times.
They're there
and no one sees them...
Those skins
are...
#disappointment
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2023 2:24pm
8th Mar 2023 2:24pm
In front of a Mark Rothko
This color please!
I want this color to be my pet.
I want to rub it in its infinite tones
on the biggest screen I can find.
Use this color in all media...
in all television statements!
I want this color in all dimensions.
I want this color to move within while I paint.
I want this color to be in everything I write!
I want all my clothes to be this color
and that such monochromatism inhabits my irises.
I want to color my teeth with this color and its shades.
I want my brain occupied by Khalo and Malevich
and...
I want this color to be my pet.
I want to rub it in its infinite tones
on the biggest screen I can find.
Use this color in all media...
in all television statements!
I want this color in all dimensions.
I want this color to move within while I paint.
I want this color to be in everything I write!
I want all my clothes to be this color
and that such monochromatism inhabits my irises.
I want to color my teeth with this color and its shades.
I want my brain occupied by Khalo and Malevich
and...
#mirror
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#art
#philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
8th Mar 2023 2:18pm
8th Mar 2023 2:18pm
Baseboards and Handrails
you make me nervous
in fringe.
you give me fevers
that do not heal!
I drink water looking for you,
I run rivers,
I swallow lakes,
soaked in your absence.
there are no truths
at all…
There are still moments
in time,
where sweets are enough
lies
and huge cakes.
(with sugary toppings).
And kisses that don't
shake
or feel chills.
Then chicken soup
I don't want to eat.
You say:
- "Eat, it's good for you!"
a spoon to the mouth
and spit.
And you: - "Eat it's good for...
in fringe.
you give me fevers
that do not heal!
I drink water looking for you,
I run rivers,
I swallow lakes,
soaked in your absence.
there are no truths
at all…
There are still moments
in time,
where sweets are enough
lies
and huge cakes.
(with sugary toppings).
And kisses that don't
shake
or feel chills.
Then chicken soup
I don't want to eat.
You say:
- "Eat, it's good for you!"
a spoon to the mouth
and spit.
And you: - "Eat it's good for...
#myself
#WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2023 9:44pm
7th Mar 2023 9:44pm
Quiet
let yourself be
in the white room
jostling
you know it will stay
in your kissed mouth
the taste of time
you know what to shut up
in the veiled mouth
is to let die
again
think lightly
walking over me
to fill with footprints
the wrinkles and folds
of the body that is legend
conclusion of myth
I can't have it
I can only contain
the silence that transmutes
in scream.
in the white room
jostling
you know it will stay
in your kissed mouth
the taste of time
you know what to shut up
in the veiled mouth
is to let die
again
think lightly
walking over me
to fill with footprints
the wrinkles and folds
of the body that is legend
conclusion of myth
I can't have it
I can only contain
the silence that transmutes
in scream.
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2023 9:42pm
7th Mar 2023 9:42pm
Thin Layer
I stopped to think
and I noticed that
I never stop thinking.
What will you do when
you don't have me around?
Will you remember me?
Will you know who I was?
Would you decide that you loved me
or would you hate me?
I did you a favor
to give you reasons
for you to think
about me
about myself...
(For my absence, if you felt it,
or absent-mindedly you will feel.)
Nothing would matter anymore
because nothing would bring me
in the blink of your eyes.
...
and I noticed that
I never stop thinking.
What will you do when
you don't have me around?
Will you remember me?
Will you know who I was?
Would you decide that you loved me
or would you hate me?
I did you a favor
to give you reasons
for you to think
about me
about myself...
(For my absence, if you felt it,
or absent-mindedly you will feel.)
Nothing would matter anymore
because nothing would bring me
in the blink of your eyes.
...
#mirror
#humankind
#myself
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SELF POEM
Published
7th Mar 2023 1:31pm
7th Mar 2023 1:31pm
Hours on end
Strip me the fringe of the pillowcase,
face strange soldiers with me.
The absurdities are repeated
like strands in pasta.
The absurd stumbles
like shadows in a cave.
A short list of possibilities:
Walk for hours on end.
Seafood Rice (one Pot).
Mate ice cream and Cheese Bread.
Read the manuscripts of the next
book by Chico Buarque...
A kiss on the mouth or half on the mouth.
Peel the richest fruit for me.
Keep evil spirits away from me.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to...
face strange soldiers with me.
The absurdities are repeated
like strands in pasta.
The absurd stumbles
like shadows in a cave.
A short list of possibilities:
Walk for hours on end.
Seafood Rice (one Pot).
Mate ice cream and Cheese Bread.
Read the manuscripts of the next
book by Chico Buarque...
A kiss on the mouth or half on the mouth.
Peel the richest fruit for me.
Keep evil spirits away from me.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to my ears.
Repeat nonsense to...
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
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STORY POEM
Published
7th Mar 2023 12:11pm
7th Mar 2023 12:11pm
Quite Unfair Interlaced Tales
I
- Oh! Couldn't swallow?
- But frogs are so tasty, appetizing, nutritious... oh!
- Also, it doesn't matter at all, I'm a princess...
- And princesses can do anything.
II
- To express myself, I squeeze some heads to the juice.
- Draining their stupidity through their ears.
- Making the globes jump out of their sockets.
III
She sleeps, oblivious to herself.
She doesn't hear the sound of the plants growing.
She doesn't get a chance to wet her lips, brush her teeth.
She...
- Oh! Couldn't swallow?
- But frogs are so tasty, appetizing, nutritious... oh!
- Also, it doesn't matter at all, I'm a princess...
- And princesses can do anything.
II
- To express myself, I squeeze some heads to the juice.
- Draining their stupidity through their ears.
- Making the globes jump out of their sockets.
III
She sleeps, oblivious to herself.
She doesn't hear the sound of the plants growing.
She doesn't get a chance to wet her lips, brush her teeth.
She...
#dreams
#fairies
#dialogue #morality
#dialogue #morality
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Mar 2023 12:00pm
6th Mar 2023 12:00pm
The art of being nobody in the crowd!
All being is work,
all being is prime and chromium...
All beings are one
and unique and simple...
almost all beings
are basic and some beings
are human,
most ignore it!
Viruses infecting galaxies!
Aquatic beings because wet,
aerial beings because moony.
Earthly beings because buried,
scorched igneous beings.
Dragons, sirens, chimeras or sphinxes,
each being is only what being pretends to be.
All being is work,
the whole being is prey and mass...
All beings are carbon and...
all being is prime and chromium...
All beings are one
and unique and simple...
almost all beings
are basic and some beings
are human,
most ignore it!
Viruses infecting galaxies!
Aquatic beings because wet,
aerial beings because moony.
Earthly beings because buried,
scorched igneous beings.
Dragons, sirens, chimeras or sphinxes,
each being is only what being pretends to be.
All being is work,
the whole being is prey and mass...
All beings are carbon and...
#humankind
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SELF POEM
Published
6th Mar 2023 11:30am
6th Mar 2023 11:30am
Uncrossed
on Sundays,
the father climbs
one side of the roof,
looking to find some place
where there are no eyes,
nothing else to do but
undress, lie back and open
arms wide, uncross
his feet and form an X,
a target for the sun to focus on
all the energies on him.
the seat of the soul, the damp hair,
breathing, it's the father who calls
all the light he can for himself,
in his heroic exhaustion,
a warrior.
if you follow him, quiet as the light,
genuflecting to his side,
intimate as the sun, chasing...
the father climbs
one side of the roof,
looking to find some place
where there are no eyes,
nothing else to do but
undress, lie back and open
arms wide, uncross
his feet and form an X,
a target for the sun to focus on
all the energies on him.
the seat of the soul, the damp hair,
breathing, it's the father who calls
all the light he can for himself,
in his heroic exhaustion,
a warrior.
if you follow him, quiet as the light,
genuflecting to his side,
intimate as the sun, chasing...
#love
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
5th Mar 2023 11:50am
5th Mar 2023 11:50am
Insects
dance divine insects
from beyond the wind
I went crazy
in the ulterior fire
of nights
full moon
of uncontrollable
rhythm beats
from heart
eyes that feel
the music
pass through
the horizon
from infinity to infinity
dance black insects
in the purple of the morning
wings on fire
in the fire of being
lost hands
on a night flight
(harvest of stars
and fires in
limits of the universe)
absolute wind
of dying lives
labor pains ...
from beyond the wind
I went crazy
in the ulterior fire
of nights
full moon
of uncontrollable
rhythm beats
from heart
eyes that feel
the music
pass through
the horizon
from infinity to infinity
dance black insects
in the purple of the morning
wings on fire
in the fire of being
lost hands
on a night flight
(harvest of stars
and fires in
limits of the universe)
absolute wind
of dying lives
labor pains ...
#anxiety
#night
#fire #WritingPoetry
#fire #WritingPoetry
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SELF POEM
Published
4th Mar 2023 10:27pm
4th Mar 2023 10:27pm
The Four Bodies that Inhabit the Corners of the Room (FOURTH)
Winged body
Here's what floats
above me
to drip its sweat
on the lips
in the eyes
on top of the prudish triangle.
Winged body
so gliding
over the head...
Moving the air
around me
to give me encouragement!
Winged body
faithful and attentive
that lands on me
weighs on me
and leaves me
no breathing.
PAR
Here's what floats
above me
to drip its sweat
on the lips
in the eyes
on top of the prudish triangle.
Winged body
so gliding
over the head...
Moving the air
around me
to give me encouragement!
Winged body
faithful and attentive
that lands on me
weighs on me
and leaves me
no breathing.
PAR
#mirror
#myself
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