Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Vision through the steam
I will compose a song for you
as if it were the last
as if singing alone
for you to hear and know
how silent I am in my corner
how much I sing you in my self
I will break you down in a song
and lay down next to you on the floor...
I will propose you a song
as if you were the only one
as if you only hear what I sing
knowing that in my corner
I sing for your charm
I will strike my heart
in the nest of your hand
and reverberate your lines
on strings that tie you
sing you a song that
fall...
as if it were the last
as if singing alone
for you to hear and know
how silent I am in my corner
how much I sing you in my self
I will break you down in a song
and lay down next to you on the floor...
I will propose you a song
as if you were the only one
as if you only hear what I sing
knowing that in my corner
I sing for your charm
I will strike my heart
in the nest of your hand
and reverberate your lines
on strings that tie you
sing you a song that
fall...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Fat ballerina
I have a tear
caught in the eyes
and abandoned poems
at the bottom of the drawer
between crepe ribbons,
mothballs, rose petals,
droughts
and mildew.
I have such old things
as mismatched scribbles:
Pieces of yellowed papers
and undated
numbers, accounts,
frayed collars,
cracked saucers.
So I have a taste
of time stuck in
papillae
and dull mornings
of clotted blood,
face marks,
scars and rust
in some cotton sweater.
I have an affection ...
caught in the eyes
and abandoned poems
at the bottom of the drawer
between crepe ribbons,
mothballs, rose petals,
droughts
and mildew.
I have such old things
as mismatched scribbles:
Pieces of yellowed papers
and undated
numbers, accounts,
frayed collars,
cracked saucers.
So I have a taste
of time stuck in
papillae
and dull mornings
of clotted blood,
face marks,
scars and rust
in some cotton sweater.
I have an affection ...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Images in the Mirror
Pious murderer drinks cold holy water.
Paraplegic dancer wears black stilettos.
Blind surgeon performs laparoscopy.
Vegetarian butcher eats soy steaks.
Allergic florist transplants tropical orchids.
One-armed pianist performs unfinished symphony.
Ecological hunter wears banana leaf coat.
Real politician passes prohibition law.
Hypochondriac doctor fills his veins with morphine.
Dramatic clown cries at president's funeral.
Nudist nun wears cross as a tattoo.
Ignorant teacher teaches how to leave school.
Illiterate librarian shouts a...
Paraplegic dancer wears black stilettos.
Blind surgeon performs laparoscopy.
Vegetarian butcher eats soy steaks.
Allergic florist transplants tropical orchids.
One-armed pianist performs unfinished symphony.
Ecological hunter wears banana leaf coat.
Real politician passes prohibition law.
Hypochondriac doctor fills his veins with morphine.
Dramatic clown cries at president's funeral.
Nudist nun wears cross as a tattoo.
Ignorant teacher teaches how to leave school.
Illiterate librarian shouts a...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Last season
If the lips are red,
these hands are so white,
on my hands.
In the village where I was raised
there was no tree
neither nuts… because I craved
myself from time to time.
In the village where I was raised
there was no wheat field.
In the village where I was raised
from the north the wind left
a dryness my chapped lips.
Do I remember some boyfriends I had?
I wonder what they were like.
I dreamed that they changed a bit,
not the same as always.
Now they are a name in the books,
Last names...
these hands are so white,
on my hands.
In the village where I was raised
there was no tree
neither nuts… because I craved
myself from time to time.
In the village where I was raised
there was no wheat field.
In the village where I was raised
from the north the wind left
a dryness my chapped lips.
Do I remember some boyfriends I had?
I wonder what they were like.
I dreamed that they changed a bit,
not the same as always.
Now they are a name in the books,
Last names...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Prismatic Tear
I try to say things
but I choke.
I try to stay cool
but I'm crazy about fire.
I try to follow,
but I can not,
my heart.
I always tell myself
that I took the wrong path.
that I have to stop
to see me...
My emotions...
Those are my motives...
my song sometimes
it's still sad!
It crumbles.
I don't know if I stay
or if i get rid of
of this furtive love.
I'm not happy, I'm a brother
of elusive things,
I'm a poet.
I know I cry and sing
this incomplete life.
i...
but I choke.
I try to stay cool
but I'm crazy about fire.
I try to follow,
but I can not,
my heart.
I always tell myself
that I took the wrong path.
that I have to stop
to see me...
My emotions...
Those are my motives...
my song sometimes
it's still sad!
It crumbles.
I don't know if I stay
or if i get rid of
of this furtive love.
I'm not happy, I'm a brother
of elusive things,
I'm a poet.
I know I cry and sing
this incomplete life.
i...
#mirror
#myself
#meditation #philosophical
#meditation #philosophical
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Prologue to Myself in the Mirror
A mini-story with a philosophical bent
of giga-fairies in dialectical contents:
"It was once upon a time... Wasn't it?"
PAR
of giga-fairies in dialectical contents:
"It was once upon a time... Wasn't it?"
PAR
#mirror
#dialogue
#myself #philosophical
#myself #philosophical
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List of Things I Don't Know
I don't know how to drive
automobiles
But I know for sure
drive the words
guide the rhymes
I don't know how to contain my emotions
inconsolable
I didn't get a driving license
But I took
poetic license
I don't know how to ride a bike
my pedal is the letters
and my way
with the words
I do not know how to swim
I'm terrified of water
but I'm not afraid
to rhyme the heartache
to dive
in the blood of pain
I don't go by boat
I hate planes
But I travel around the world
On a runaway train...
automobiles
But I know for sure
drive the words
guide the rhymes
I don't know how to contain my emotions
inconsolable
I didn't get a driving license
But I took
poetic license
I don't know how to ride a bike
my pedal is the letters
and my way
with the words
I do not know how to swim
I'm terrified of water
but I'm not afraid
to rhyme the heartache
to dive
in the blood of pain
I don't go by boat
I hate planes
But I travel around the world
On a runaway train...
#mirror
#myself
#hurt
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Non-present me!
I proclaim myself invisible...
I am transparent and shine
watching the void.
I see you in the mirror...
Telling me secrets,
painting my lips red.
PAR
I am transparent and shine
watching the void.
I see you in the mirror...
Telling me secrets,
painting my lips red.
PAR
#identity
#confessional
#myself
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Little Flags
I want to demoralize your bones.
Dig up your dreams and
extract calcium from desert sands.
Feed your hopes,
cut your braids with a razor.
Clean the bitter corners
of your filthy mouth
and the remnants of sleep in the eyes.
Crystallize the pain
of the gallbladder.
Roll on the floor and
crumble in the dust of the ages.
Mirror who you weren't!
blue ribbons, white ribbons,
red ribbons.
I don't want to see what you didn't have
and listen your shamelessly cry
as you cover my skin with salt.
And the...
Dig up your dreams and
extract calcium from desert sands.
Feed your hopes,
cut your braids with a razor.
Clean the bitter corners
of your filthy mouth
and the remnants of sleep in the eyes.
Crystallize the pain
of the gallbladder.
Roll on the floor and
crumble in the dust of the ages.
Mirror who you weren't!
blue ribbons, white ribbons,
red ribbons.
I don't want to see what you didn't have
and listen your shamelessly cry
as you cover my skin with salt.
And the...
#anxiety
#conflict
#confusion
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Make yourself a memory
it's not like there's been a martian invasion
but the butterflies broke all the windows
dead birds in every hollow corner of the garden
fresh food for fly larvae, mouths and fairies
flowers with petals of letters that form nothing
not a word nor a verse nor any arithmic poetry
daggers of ice piercing the luminous young fruits
passing through the tender almost white meats
in the greenhouse there is a memory of orchids
and carnivorous plants that grew under the hair
it's more like there's been a sudden storm
a...
but the butterflies broke all the windows
dead birds in every hollow corner of the garden
fresh food for fly larvae, mouths and fairies
flowers with petals of letters that form nothing
not a word nor a verse nor any arithmic poetry
daggers of ice piercing the luminous young fruits
passing through the tender almost white meats
in the greenhouse there is a memory of orchids
and carnivorous plants that grew under the hair
it's more like there's been a sudden storm
a...
#dreams
#fiction
#narrative
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Butterfly Effect
The sea is like listening
a butterfly fluttering
its wings in the dark.
Why don't they open
the windows wide?
If they already know so well
who else can fly!
The tidal wave just came
long after
someone confessed
to the walls.
The tidal wave lasted
so little
compared to
as long as it could
last a tidal wave.
Like butterflies without wings
there are women
who fake orgasms
and men
who pretend whole lives...
PAR
a butterfly fluttering
its wings in the dark.
Why don't they open
the windows wide?
If they already know so well
who else can fly!
The tidal wave just came
long after
someone confessed
to the walls.
The tidal wave lasted
so little
compared to
as long as it could
last a tidal wave.
Like butterflies without wings
there are women
who fake orgasms
and men
who pretend whole lives...
PAR
#secrets
#lies
#betrayal
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Navigations and discoveries
The hero moves,
in labyrinthine doubt,
between the fear of Medusa
and the pretending of the sphinx.
Stretch the Thread of Destiny
to the flight limit.
Priests, Whores, Thieves and Navigators.
We have deals on pigs and mirrors
and clothes to hide pubes
a golden cross of faith so ancient.
We are Europeans,
very friendly dominators...
In time, we also have
erotic exotic in the eyes
that we want to share.
PAR
in labyrinthine doubt,
between the fear of Medusa
and the pretending of the sphinx.
Stretch the Thread of Destiny
to the flight limit.
Priests, Whores, Thieves and Navigators.
We have deals on pigs and mirrors
and clothes to hide pubes
a golden cross of faith so ancient.
We are Europeans,
very friendly dominators...
In time, we also have
erotic exotic in the eyes
that we want to share.
PAR
#erotic
#evolution
#historical
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