Best Porto Poems

« Porto-Vecchio », song by Julien Doré

(Note : If there’s a melody that can slither/sail past the ear-drums imperceptibly and settle permanently in the hypothalamus,...

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From door to door until the light,
players cruise the Porto night.
Endless streams of cat dance haze,
private like their secret stays.

Loose and warm and smooth and...

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Darkness she’s bridling my thoughts.
Nightmare she is heaving the ropes.
My passions they are going astray.
Breaching the moral banks.

Whose currents I cannot steer.
Without the guidance of...

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Catholic Mass in Porto 
Sunday evening in Porto my wife went to mass while I sat in 
the park opposite admiring the grand architecture built...

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Habitually, feeling an itch to write,
I’m introspective: sitting at the table
over a blank sheet, cherishing my blight
and rust, I think: “What if I'll not be...

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All Porto geese 
speak Portuguese.

Volodymyr Knyr
2014...

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I am Africa

I.
Distant 
And lonely 
I am
The barren land
Of untoward change,
The empty womb, 
The amputated hands,
I am 
The Maker of new worlds
I am 
Africa.

I am...

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It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology...

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It is night yet in the West
   and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
   stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems...

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Psalm 116:15 of the Scriptures declares, “Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.”

That truth speaks well of the heavenly...

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Ok, I do not know if I should be telling you this,
It is somewhat embarrassing and you will probably laugh and hiss.

I went on holiday...

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Excursion 
Today we went a city tour by an open decked bus 
to see old buildings, castles, churches and other 
wonders built in honour of...

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April tuned to Vivaldi's music,
Pour porto into your glass with ease.
Just open gas valve in the kitchen 
And breathe......

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Undocumented Warrior

By George W. Clever-----2002

I sneaked into this country on moccasin feet
No one knew I was here
Till one day someone asked 
Where is your C.D.I.B....

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Gaz is a class 4.0 wheelchair basketball player,  
He saw a roadshow when he was almost a teen, 
From the UK Wheelchair Basketball Association,...

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