Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
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
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2 Comments
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
217 reads
4 Comments
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
266 reads
2 Comments
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
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
136 reads
4 Comments
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
130 reads
4 Comments
Laying down on me
I predict you to guess me
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.
I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.
I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.
You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You...
to make me forget you
I reveal myself in secrets
I reveal my sour ones.
I throw myself at you.
Meteoric blue.
I don't keep a secret
I am the grove
who slept earlier
not to bend over
before the wind
I withdraw in you.
Metaphorical blue.
I'm a tortoise
Antonym, euphoric.
Time is so symbolic.
You lay that face on me
as a pulmonary embolism
eternal terminal illness
as if you were a seed
that doesn't sprout.
For it fell on the rough stone.
You...
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
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0 Comments
Divine comedy
I am a poet, my love.
I'm a poet.
And poet has no remedy.
Poet suffers all harassment!
Poet does not die of boredom.
Throws rhymes off a building.
I am a poet... my love...
I'm a poet!
Poet does not have judgment.
Poet asks for no forgiveness.
Poet says what he has at hand.
A poet no one understands.
I am a poet - my love -
I'm a poet...
PAR
I'm a poet.
And poet has no remedy.
Poet suffers all harassment!
Poet does not die of boredom.
Throws rhymes off a building.
I am a poet... my love...
I'm a poet!
Poet does not have judgment.
Poet asks for no forgiveness.
Poet says what he has at hand.
A poet no one understands.
I am a poet - my love -
I'm a poet...
PAR
#mirror
#confessional
#myself
#WritingPoetry
#philosophical
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0 Comments
In an untitled unity/ Co write with Poet Rianne
We met in solaced frequencies
I saw the names held tight
began to paint my vision
releasing each pricking leaf
Reading a book where
I dream casted your soul
aflame into enigmatic elegies
proclaiming myself
as love
entangled
waited while I placed
placebo orchids
behind your heart shells
mystically
and so on
you don't remember anymore
you don't haunt anymore
my incomplete sleep
I wake up scared
that you are not here yet
I'm afraid to tell
my dreams
I'm afraid to tell you ...
I saw the names held tight
began to paint my vision
releasing each pricking leaf
Reading a book where
I dream casted your soul
aflame into enigmatic elegies
proclaiming myself
as love
entangled
waited while I placed
placebo orchids
behind your heart shells
mystically
and so on
you don't remember anymore
you don't haunt anymore
my incomplete sleep
I wake up scared
that you are not here yet
I'm afraid to tell
my dreams
I'm afraid to tell you ...
#dreams
#fate
#WritingPoetry #symbolism
#WritingPoetry #symbolism
210 reads
6 Comments
Simplicity
Dance with Me
until the waves freeze
until the days stop running
until you and I are everything.
Dance with Me
until the music grows old
until time is empty
of fear, of light, of itself.
Let's dance together
until the bodies arch
until the bows break
no trump, no corners, silently.
Dance with Me
silently
and use your mouth
sweetened carmine
just to kiss me.
Dance your lips on mine
like someone throwing the body
in the dance of bodies
that dance silently.
...
until the waves freeze
until the days stop running
until you and I are everything.
Dance with Me
until the music grows old
until time is empty
of fear, of light, of itself.
Let's dance together
until the bodies arch
until the bows break
no trump, no corners, silently.
Dance with Me
silently
and use your mouth
sweetened carmine
just to kiss me.
Dance your lips on mine
like someone throwing the body
in the dance of bodies
that dance silently.
...
#mirror
#confessional
#dance
257 reads
2 Comments
Today's comment
I feel my flesh is made of
loud screams of god
and His tantrums,
His dumb ideas
are the lighthouses that
take me away from the coast,
I really am a boat
adrift and snoring in the
belly, and I smell like
a sludge of coffee from
God, but made out of His
mud is what I'm not...
PAR
loud screams of god
and His tantrums,
His dumb ideas
are the lighthouses that
take me away from the coast,
I really am a boat
adrift and snoring in the
belly, and I smell like
a sludge of coffee from
God, but made out of His
mud is what I'm not...
PAR
#atheism
#mirror
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
223 reads
10 Comments
Manic Depressive Calmness
Here you have the irremediable
everyday sugar free coffee!
Here you have the bitter
deplorable
of my mistakes:
repentance
repentance
that does not kill
that does not skin
that doesn't heal.
Suffering
absurd that
straighten me out
circle of addiction
clown without the mask
square inscribed in a circle.
Curriculum so perpetual
of an aborted fetus
penance and sacrifice
imprudence
imprudence
imperfect cycle and
forgetfulness.
One coffee
in solitude ...
everyday sugar free coffee!
Here you have the bitter
deplorable
of my mistakes:
repentance
repentance
that does not kill
that does not skin
that doesn't heal.
Suffering
absurd that
straighten me out
circle of addiction
clown without the mask
square inscribed in a circle.
Curriculum so perpetual
of an aborted fetus
penance and sacrifice
imprudence
imprudence
imperfect cycle and
forgetfulness.
One coffee
in solitude ...
#identity
#mirror
#confessional #myself
#confessional #myself
152 reads
3 Comments
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