Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
Incautious Portrait
breastfeed me
sing me lullabies
charm me
lick my sex
with your gaze
cherish me
put me on your lap
lick my eyes
with your sex.
PAR
sing me lullabies
charm me
lick my sex
with your gaze
cherish me
put me on your lap
lick my eyes
with your sex.
PAR
#erotic
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Room Poster
Room Poster
#lust
#erotic
#sensual #passion
#sensual #passion
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it could be poetry, but not yet!
..
in the mother's belly sea
we've all heard
what the sea doesn't tell
from the womb of the bottom of the sea
of the female state
which echoes the emptiness
like a cave
sea shaped
but has an open mouth
of a beast that doesn't speak
tell us weird shell
what the sea does not say.
PAR
in the mother's belly sea
we've all heard
what the sea doesn't tell
from the womb of the bottom of the sea
of the female state
which echoes the emptiness
like a cave
sea shaped
but has an open mouth
of a beast that doesn't speak
tell us weird shell
what the sea does not say.
PAR
#anxiety
#loneliness
#heartbroken #disappointment
#heartbroken #disappointment
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What is…
the broom is
the witch's plane
the desert is
the smell of the flower that withers
fear is movement
from what pulls you
the scissors is
the wind car
the pliers is
whose wish
choke us
the mirror is
whose book
deceives us
the scarf is
the flag
that beckons us
the scream is
whose letter
call us
the candle is
the light bulb
of the one who loves
the candle is
the end of the fuse
and from the boat
the hand is
the body's desire
and from the carpus
the...
the witch's plane
the desert is
the smell of the flower that withers
fear is movement
from what pulls you
the scissors is
the wind car
the pliers is
whose wish
choke us
the mirror is
whose book
deceives us
the scarf is
the flag
that beckons us
the scream is
whose letter
call us
the candle is
the light bulb
of the one who loves
the candle is
the end of the fuse
and from the boat
the hand is
the body's desire
and from the carpus
the...
#sadness
#loneliness
#heartbroken #bittersweet
#heartbroken #bittersweet
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Translation of the poem "Not Now" by Paulo Acácio Ramos:
Poem:
Not now!
No, not now!
Don't do it!
Don't put your hand!
Not now, no!
Don't invent!
Don't say no!
PAR 2022
Translation:
Not now!
Don't leave here.
Don't put your feet on!
Do not be like that.
Not now, no!
No, not now!
Don't open your hand.
PAR 2022
Not now!
No, not now!
Don't do it!
Don't put your hand!
Not now, no!
Don't invent!
Don't say no!
PAR 2022
Translation:
Not now!
Don't leave here.
Don't put your feet on!
Do not be like that.
Not now, no!
No, not now!
Don't open your hand.
PAR 2022
#confessional
#confusion
#SelfReflection #FeelingTrapped
#SelfReflection #FeelingTrapped
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Imbroglio
Embrace the void
Avoid to brace
Return to no womb
Turn left and then
go straight to hell
Follow the roles
of the major arcana
Leave all skeletons
in the armoir
Leave all the gates
opened and remove
yourself to another
kingdom.
PAR
Avoid to brace
Return to no womb
Turn left and then
go straight to hell
Follow the roles
of the major arcana
Leave all skeletons
in the armoir
Leave all the gates
opened and remove
yourself to another
kingdom.
PAR
#fate
#hell
#nostalgia
#luck
#responsibility
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Leisure
loneliness spreads
up to the eyes
loneliness creates
a thin layer
snow over eyes
and falls asleep.
the thread of time
of letters weaves.
all the poetry
it's pure voodoo
it's a way of healing
it's hard way
to inflict pain.
PAR
up to the eyes
loneliness creates
a thin layer
snow over eyes
and falls asleep.
the thread of time
of letters weaves.
all the poetry
it's pure voodoo
it's a way of healing
it's hard way
to inflict pain.
PAR
#strength
#learning
#acceptance #healing
#acceptance #healing
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Pill and Contagion…
Before the contagion he was lost!
After the contagion he was lost!
It was not cured with pills,
not cured with intravenous,
he did not heal in verse or prose.
He was just lost!
During the contagion he was in love:
He raved, dreamed, castellated winds!
PAR
After the contagion he was lost!
It was not cured with pills,
not cured with intravenous,
he did not heal in verse or prose.
He was just lost!
During the contagion he was in love:
He raved, dreamed, castellated winds!
PAR
#death
#fate
#nostalgia
#luck
#dating
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non-existent manias of what should I
should i worry about your non-existence
should i
?
should i let myself be carried away in your manias
should i
?
I should convince myself that I should.
PAR
should i
?
should i let myself be carried away in your manias
should i
?
I should convince myself that I should.
PAR
#anxiety
#forgiveness
#SelfReflection
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Empty Postcards
I will take you whenever you want
or not
I will take you whether you come
even if you don't know
the passwords…
I will take you where I want
want me to go to
Mars
Manhattan
Shangrila
I will unfurl flags
I will send
Cards
stamps
cuddles
Carbohydrates!
PAR
or not
I will take you whether you come
even if you don't know
the passwords…
I will take you where I want
want me to go to
Mars
Manhattan
Shangrila
I will unfurl flags
I will send
Cards
stamps
cuddles
Carbohydrates!
PAR
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#disappointment #bittersweet
#disappointment #bittersweet
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Words from several days...
There was a lake supported on crutches.
Black legs like geese.
Full of frights and with no
possibility of recreation in response.
Ring of spikes like a crown of thorns.
As per the cowardly character
who invaded the field with his tray…
Nothing had predicted such a dazzle!
PAR
Black legs like geese.
Full of frights and with no
possibility of recreation in response.
Ring of spikes like a crown of thorns.
As per the cowardly character
who invaded the field with his tray…
Nothing had predicted such a dazzle!
PAR
#anxiety
#loneliness
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
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333
say thirty three
say thirty
do not say anything
or say three
thirty three times three
it's nothing
that say you can
be used against you
again
not for the first
turn
in the first and in the last
days of the month
what is to be
twenty-eight
or twenty nine
still thirty
maybe thirty-one
but it will never arrive
at thirty-three
don't even say
thirty-three times
times three...
PAR
say thirty
do not say anything
or say three
thirty three times three
it's nothing
that say you can
be used against you
again
not for the first
turn
in the first and in the last
days of the month
what is to be
twenty-eight
or twenty nine
still thirty
maybe thirty-one
but it will never arrive
at thirty-three
don't even say
thirty-three times
times three...
PAR
#LifeStruggles
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