Submissions by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write, and think, and paint, and draw, and read, and...
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2022 9:22am
21st Sep 2022 9:22am
onions
layer
after layer,
peel off
the onion,
until stay with
nothing more.
sum up
so,
in their emptiness,
the onions.
only bark
on bark,
layers
over layers.
just appearance...
only bitterness...
just acidity...
some
people
by whom
I passed
over
in this life
deserve,
Certainly,
the epithet.
they are onions!
we try to
find them
the core
but there is not.
we continue in
trying to
discover them
a heart
but there...
after layer,
peel off
the onion,
until stay with
nothing more.
sum up
so,
in their emptiness,
the onions.
only bark
on bark,
layers
over layers.
just appearance...
only bitterness...
just acidity...
some
people
by whom
I passed
over
in this life
deserve,
Certainly,
the epithet.
they are onions!
we try to
find them
the core
but there is not.
we continue in
trying to
discover them
a heart
but there...
#philosophical
#morality
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 7:32pm
20th Sep 2022 7:32pm
transgeneration
#women
#men
#gay
#LGBT
#transgender
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 7:30pm
20th Sep 2022 7:30pm
Máquina de lavar roupa
..
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
#LifeChangingMoment #LifeCycle
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 10:21am
20th Sep 2022 10:21am
Dedication
there are those who have dedicated
specifically
to philanthropic actions
(and humanistic)
who has walked
always on the line
who passed
all his time
giving himself to others...
I have been
just
visiting their graves
I was there all the time
alone
I did not see
at no time
the others
to whom these
had been dedicated...
PAR
specifically
to philanthropic actions
(and humanistic)
who has walked
always on the line
who passed
all his time
giving himself to others...
I have been
just
visiting their graves
I was there all the time
alone
I did not see
at no time
the others
to whom these
had been dedicated...
PAR
#kindness
#relationships
#LifeStruggles
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Sep 2022 10:11am
20th Sep 2022 10:11am
Universal day of I don't know what...
Every place is strange,
all of them,
without exception.
Every place is absolutely strange
and there are many strangers dwelling in them.
All strangers are very strange
until they are known then they become
even stranger...
Simply.
PAR
all of them,
without exception.
Every place is absolutely strange
and there are many strangers dwelling in them.
All strangers are very strange
until they are known then they become
even stranger...
Simply.
PAR
#universe
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3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
19th Sep 2022 12:31pm
19th Sep 2022 12:31pm
Fruit Flakes
Open doors and
deserted houses are
things that appear
to us sometimes.
Like the beginning and the end
of some days.
As if we had
cut all the flowers
and left to turn to dust
any and all fruit
under the furniture.
As if every day
we got out of bed and
throw the rugs in the trash.
As if all the cereals
had already expired.
As if any desert
always had the doors open.
Sat on an old sofa
to pass the eyes
by the same eternal series:
Dragons that become...
deserted houses are
things that appear
to us sometimes.
Like the beginning and the end
of some days.
As if we had
cut all the flowers
and left to turn to dust
any and all fruit
under the furniture.
As if every day
we got out of bed and
throw the rugs in the trash.
As if all the cereals
had already expired.
As if any desert
always had the doors open.
Sat on an old sofa
to pass the eyes
by the same eternal series:
Dragons that become...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfWorth
325 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Sep 2022 4:25pm
17th Sep 2022 4:25pm
Where?
A Wolf, where?
A wolf, a wolf!!!
Rabbit doesn't run...
and Pedro doesn't run,
Pedro says silly things...
Wolf, where is The Wolf?
PAR
A wolf, a wolf!!!
Rabbit doesn't run...
and Pedro doesn't run,
Pedro says silly things...
Wolf, where is The Wolf?
PAR
#anxiety
#lies
#betrayal
#obsession
#deception
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Sep 2022 10:39am
16th Sep 2022 10:39am
Five is a prime number...
To love is to know the intangible without knowing the obvious...
To love is not knowing when or where
but it could be that even after always before the end...
To love is to read the book ten times until the penultimate chapter...
To love is to close a door with seven keys
and not knowing where's been put the third one...
To love is to peel oranges.
PAR
To love is not knowing when or where
but it could be that even after always before the end...
To love is to read the book ten times until the penultimate chapter...
To love is to close a door with seven keys
and not knowing where's been put the third one...
To love is to peel oranges.
PAR
#love
#identity
#myself
#learning
#passion
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EROTIC POEM
Published
13th Sep 2022 11:01am
13th Sep 2022 11:01am
Time Machine
The camera images are half-erased...
Unknown hands and breasts,
(lovelace, holmes, cicciolina)
breathing, blurring, static.
Who's coming?
Who is closer?
Who will bring him inside?
Sofa, soundtrack and pouch.
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
PAR
Unknown hands and breasts,
(lovelace, holmes, cicciolina)
breathing, blurring, static.
Who's coming?
Who is closer?
Who will bring him inside?
Sofa, soundtrack and pouch.
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
Handkerchiefs!
PAR
#lust
#erotic
#sensual
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2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
7th Sep 2022 2:24pm
7th Sep 2022 2:24pm
loft
something in me
has been looking for
any sound
...
you are lost
by the harmonies
toneless
toneless
toneless
tons of stones
on the floor
my eyes
your hands
...
no sound
no color
no action
something in us
lets the colors stay
in the corners of the gallery
without fear
painless
without the flavor
...
PAR
has been looking for
any sound
...
you are lost
by the harmonies
toneless
toneless
toneless
tons of stones
on the floor
my eyes
your hands
...
no sound
no color
no action
something in us
lets the colors stay
in the corners of the gallery
without fear
painless
without the flavor
...
PAR
#conflict
#confessional
#myself
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EROTIC POEM
Published
4th Sep 2022 2:11pm
4th Sep 2022 2:11pm
My Sweetheart's Moon's Delight Residue.
My sweetheart's residue!
A red rose gets addicted to frozen rapture.
The moon's dew drops!
The ocean emanates raw bananas.
Eternity holds meltings on the abandonment
of purple oysters. Listen!
Heaven embraces the lust of the sun's delight.
Masks unfold. Alas!
The moon fiddles with dew drops.
Eternity aches for the oysters of fermented Voodoo...
The night shines like torrid k residue.
Ah, but my love gets to the concoction of jellyfish!
My sweetheart emanates raw ecstasy.
And rare meat meets transparency. ...
A red rose gets addicted to frozen rapture.
The moon's dew drops!
The ocean emanates raw bananas.
Eternity holds meltings on the abandonment
of purple oysters. Listen!
Heaven embraces the lust of the sun's delight.
Masks unfold. Alas!
The moon fiddles with dew drops.
Eternity aches for the oysters of fermented Voodoo...
The night shines like torrid k residue.
Ah, but my love gets to the concoction of jellyfish!
My sweetheart emanates raw ecstasy.
And rare meat meets transparency. ...
#lust
#sex
#erotic
#sensual
#seductive
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LOVE POEM
Published
1st Sep 2022 1:53pm
1st Sep 2022 1:53pm
Man
I heard
that you crossed the bridge
today
in the evening
some heard
the steps in the dawn
of the last light of twilight
or later
no one heard your voice
no one heard your voice
in the evening
when you crossed the bridge
empty and barefoot
counting your steps
I heard
that the end of the afternoon
never ever was
so spectacular
absent faces
and no one heard your voice
your voice vibrating on the bridge
today or later
PAR
that you crossed the bridge
today
in the evening
some heard
the steps in the dawn
of the last light of twilight
or later
no one heard your voice
no one heard your voice
in the evening
when you crossed the bridge
empty and barefoot
counting your steps
I heard
that the end of the afternoon
never ever was
so spectacular
absent faces
and no one heard your voice
your voice vibrating on the bridge
today or later
PAR
#sadness
#love
#men #silence
#men #silence
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