Best Portugal Poems

The Town of Sintra, Portugal

A tourist attraction, a lovable town
With its twisting and turning roads and lanes
Gardens where Eucalyptus and fur have grown
A town that...

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The Old man of Merces  

His wrinkled face bearing slaps of time
His eyes barren like a desert starved of rain
Glittering they must be during...

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Strewn with buds onto night’s refrain
We followed  the hovel of an outer-world,
As rustling leaves formed a map’s cave
Through a journey connecting reality;
Where our twin-...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in...

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Where have you gone?
I am lonely and forlorn
We swore of not parting ever
You've vanished in a wink, what’s the matter?

We promised to be together in...

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Behold the sun of two thousand twelve go 
It rose on January one with pomp and show
Like dethroned Presidents of many countries whose
National wealth decline...

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TV
It is a strange country Portugal
You switch on the Tv, and there 
are song and dance
From different districts
The formula is always the same someone a...

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Fittingly dubbed “The Pearl of the Orient Seas”
an archipelago of 7,641 islands, the Philippines
majestically sits in vast waters between
Pacific Ocean and South China Sea.

Named after...

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you like history here you go, a list of their history in short

740.    BC The Assyrians cursed them.

579.    BC...

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This poem is dedicated to all my friends,
The loyal pals who came up to me with royal relationships
who encouraged me always in my performances,songs,dramas,poems and...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare...

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The Amistad Mutiny

Slavery, a dirty word no matter how it’s pronounced:
Abducted and herded to the slave fortress of Lomboko1 for trade.
To be tossed in chains...

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To San Francisco, New York City.
London, Paris, and the world.

Moscow, Russia, and Frankfort, Germany.
Switzerland, Austria, and Belgium.

I send a message to them all.
I send the...

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Once a Seafarer 
I was thinking of my life as a seafarer endless
voyaging like a gipsy of the seas.
It was the best of times because...

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We were a poor Yacht Club, lacking prestige, but with knowledgeable sailors who believed in one another and more importantly, our club.  We also...

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