Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
26th Oct 2022 12:32pm
26th Oct 2022 12:32pm
17
the shadows of the flowers are strange
the shadows of the petals are crooked
and shadows are light's best friends
the wind carries the scent of the shadows
sheds light on the flowers without petals
the wind bends the shadows over the flowers
the light strangely lands on the flowers
shines like the drops of an invisible dew
the light brings the shadows in the lap of the wind
flowers twisted by the shadow of the wind
shadows are like dreams in the wind
strange and crooked like a ray of light
PAR
the shadows of the petals are crooked
and shadows are light's best friends
the wind carries the scent of the shadows
sheds light on the flowers without petals
the wind bends the shadows over the flowers
the light strangely lands on the flowers
shines like the drops of an invisible dew
the light brings the shadows in the lap of the wind
flowers twisted by the shadow of the wind
shadows are like dreams in the wind
strange and crooked like a ray of light
PAR
#flowers
#storm
#wind
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 7:34pm
25th Oct 2022 7:34pm
The Blood in the Eyes
don't come to me
with smooth talkers
and chat conversations.
It's no use...
the truth is not
metaphorical,
the truth floats
on the Ganges, on the Nile
and in the Amazon.
The truth is tin
like the roofs
from Haiti.
the truth is what
the mouth tells us
from Ethiopia.
the truth is
hanging on the
hillsides.
the truth does not shine
like the rings
of the supreme pontiffs
or the oil
of the Ayatollahs,
not even how
the gold teeth
of the Rabbis.
the truth dwells
the...
with smooth talkers
and chat conversations.
It's no use...
the truth is not
metaphorical,
the truth floats
on the Ganges, on the Nile
and in the Amazon.
The truth is tin
like the roofs
from Haiti.
the truth is what
the mouth tells us
from Ethiopia.
the truth is
hanging on the
hillsides.
the truth does not shine
like the rings
of the supreme pontiffs
or the oil
of the Ayatollahs,
not even how
the gold teeth
of the Rabbis.
the truth dwells
the...
#humankind
211 reads
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
25th Oct 2022 1:59pm
25th Oct 2022 1:59pm
silent winged beings
and the angels,
which there were in heaven
when I looked at the puddles of water
that the rain had left,
sang divine things.
and the angels sing,
every now and then
and keep quiet
most of times,
thinking about infinity.
and the angels sing
and sing
and shut up
and sing
infinitely.
PAR
which there were in heaven
when I looked at the puddles of water
that the rain had left,
sang divine things.
and the angels sing,
every now and then
and keep quiet
most of times,
thinking about infinity.
and the angels sing
and sing
and shut up
and sing
infinitely.
PAR
#power
#silence
#angels #music
#angels #music
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Oct 2022 2:18pm
21st Oct 2022 2:18pm
The Silence of the Hands
the words of the moment
are the ones I didn't say
that I didn't think before saying
that I didn't invent...
from thinking so much
the words of the moment
are a velvet tongue
an umbrella
an overcoat
the words of the moment
went unnoticed
like the eyes of the suffering
the smile of the one who pretends
the dust at the feet of those who flee
the words of the moment
repeat in the teeth
echo in the cavities of the teeth
hurt like cavities
are like spikes that never pierce
are like bridges that don't last...
are the ones I didn't say
that I didn't think before saying
that I didn't invent...
from thinking so much
the words of the moment
are a velvet tongue
an umbrella
an overcoat
the words of the moment
went unnoticed
like the eyes of the suffering
the smile of the one who pretends
the dust at the feet of those who flee
the words of the moment
repeat in the teeth
echo in the cavities of the teeth
hurt like cavities
are like spikes that never pierce
are like bridges that don't last...
#humankind
#evolution
#CallToAction #inequality
#CallToAction #inequality
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LOVE POEM
Published
21st Oct 2022 1:14pm
21st Oct 2022 1:14pm
Garden of Delights
I gave you things
I gave you what I didn't have at hand
I gave you the sea of my body
I gave you the sugar I had
under the fingernails
there were algae in your hair
but there were no leaves on the ground
I gave you an umbrella
to walk your faces in the garden
I gave you everything that was not in me
there were roses on your elbows
but I didn't see petals on the floor
I gave you my hand
but you threw me to the ground
you covered your ears and pretended
not to have my eyes on your hand
...
I gave you what I didn't have at hand
I gave you the sea of my body
I gave you the sugar I had
under the fingernails
there were algae in your hair
but there were no leaves on the ground
I gave you an umbrella
to walk your faces in the garden
I gave you everything that was not in me
there were roses on your elbows
but I didn't see petals on the floor
I gave you my hand
but you threw me to the ground
you covered your ears and pretended
not to have my eyes on your hand
...
#love
#rejection
#redemption #passion
#redemption #passion
254 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Oct 2022 1:44pm
19th Oct 2022 1:44pm
Playmates
he cried
and I ran after him
he ran
and i hoped he would stop
to be crying
so were our games
- run and cry -
physically liquid
to cry for more
we didn't think
about the possibility
to stop and sink
in some kisses
or cuddles
or affections
and I ran after her
and he cried.
PAR
and I ran after him
he ran
and i hoped he would stop
to be crying
so were our games
- run and cry -
physically liquid
to cry for more
we didn't think
about the possibility
to stop and sink
in some kisses
or cuddles
or affections
and I ran after her
and he cried.
PAR
#love
#gay
#childhood #memories
#childhood #memories
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EROTIC POEM
Published
19th Oct 2022 11:27am
19th Oct 2022 11:27am
Traffic
#sex
#erotic
#funny #dirty
#funny #dirty
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Oct 2022 12:00pm
18th Oct 2022 12:00pm
The pig and the toy.
They pass each other slowly and
leave their traces, of the bodies,
up in the air...
They leave each other behind
picking up sound debris.
On all fours, in recumbency, the
pick up footprints, dry rains,
up in the air...
The dry beat of the hips.
The brush of intimate hairs.
The breath to fuse pheromones.
The bodies are confused,
deformed,
up in the air...
PAR
leave their traces, of the bodies,
up in the air...
They leave each other behind
picking up sound debris.
On all fours, in recumbency, the
pick up footprints, dry rains,
up in the air...
The dry beat of the hips.
The brush of intimate hairs.
The breath to fuse pheromones.
The bodies are confused,
deformed,
up in the air...
PAR
#lust
#sex
#erotic
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EROTIC POEM
Published
18th Oct 2022 11:54am
18th Oct 2022 11:54am
Toccata for Tambourine and Bagpipes
Step by step,
Almost staccato...
Bass drum.
Beat beat beat
on that tambourine.
Take the cover off the harmonica
and blow on the bellows.
Snort.
Twerk it.
Shake.
Huff and puff and moan
on the floor that shakes.
Take the baton.
Grab the drumstick.
Tap the clappers.
Listen to these rappers.
PAR
Almost staccato...
Bass drum.
Beat beat beat
on that tambourine.
Take the cover off the harmonica
and blow on the bellows.
Snort.
Twerk it.
Shake.
Huff and puff and moan
on the floor that shakes.
Take the baton.
Grab the drumstick.
Tap the clappers.
Listen to these rappers.
PAR
#sex
#erotic
#music
#dance
#sensual
282 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 11:32am
17th Oct 2022 11:32am
Stormed
in the time of the storms
it rained
and we ran and ran
sprawled in the mud
in the time of the storms
any drop was a reason
for big laughs
all the mud
in the hem of the pants
was a synonym of life
PAR
it rained
and we ran and ran
sprawled in the mud
in the time of the storms
any drop was a reason
for big laughs
all the mud
in the hem of the pants
was a synonym of life
PAR
#love
#childhood
187 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Oct 2022 10:59am
17th Oct 2022 10:59am
end trip
when the world ended
no one noticed
everyone was too much
busy with their little things
too absorbed
on their nails
when the world ended
days have passed
until the news broke
On TV
but in the windows of the
travel agencies
everyone could read
"come with us to the end of the world"
PAR
no one noticed
everyone was too much
busy with their little things
too absorbed
on their nails
when the world ended
days have passed
until the news broke
On TV
but in the windows of the
travel agencies
everyone could read
"come with us to the end of the world"
PAR
#evolution
#LifeCycle
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Oct 2022 3:15pm
15th Oct 2022 3:15pm
Listening to Vincent Price
.....
#LifeAsAWriter
#MyInspiration
#WritingPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe
#WritingPoetry #EdgarAllanPoe
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