Long Haver Poems
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Vida que se cria todos os dias
Você sabe;
Entretanto,
Não custa lembrar:
A vida é para começar sempre
e então chegar
E chegar para poder começar.
E crescer, e saber, e ser, e haver
E perder, e sofrer, e ter alegria
De ser e começar, e se sentir vivo!
A vida é
Para ser criada,
gerar-se,
transformar
sonhos em realidade.
Não custa lembrar: a vida é
Para criar a realidade em amor;
nascer
Respirar, e chorar,
e
adormecer
E se nutrir para poder chorar.
A vida é esquecer tudo ao vir um novo começo
E viver essa vista até morrer
E ir falar com o verbo no infinito...
BUD & GLOW
Think not my silence forgetfulness
my meaning now to you declare,
my resolution to be, all in this
poetry.This diversity of your
favours now,I dare no longer
silent stay.Some observations
I have framed to myself and
relate to you today.My tears,
many for you,to bud &glow
and bear fruit in your soul and
not take their toll,such fruit of
my observations will I’m sure
bless you more and more.I fear
only that I haver omitted some
fitting circumstance,yet you will
pardon my haste and forgive if
my verse is not entirely to your taste.
From George Herbert letters 1,2,3,4,8
9,10,12,13,15
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase
Listen to me read this phrasis of mine on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
Crie a vida todos os dias
Você sabe;
Entretanto,
Não custa lembrar: a vida é
Para ser criada,
gerar-se,
transformar
sonhos em realidade.
Não custa lembrar: a vida é
Para criar a realidade em amor;
nascer
Respirar, e chorar,
e
adormecer
E se nutrir para poder chorar.
Para poder nutrir-se;
e despertar
Um dia à luz e ver,
ao mundo e ouvir!
A vida é para começar sempre
e então chegar
E chegar para poder começar.
E crescer, e saber, e ser, e haver
E perder, e sofrer, e ter alegria
De ser e começar, e se sentir vivo!
A vida é esquecer tudo ao vir um novo começo
E viver essa vista até morrer
E ir falar com o verbo no infinito...
I was invited to a party, and have been back to it many times over the years.
It was so notable to me, because all of the people were having such a good
time. Oh, it was just started by an older man who made his apprentices close up and see that there would be enough space for the food, drinks, musicians, and room for dancing.
As the people came in, they were anxious to join in the merriment because
this party was always held at Christmas, and everyone would have a good
time because the host insisted on it. He paid for a party and would be one
of the most active participants. Since he had paid for the party, he had the
musicians play, and danced with reckless abandon despite his age.
No one had more fun, as he would return again and again to the dance floor.
His partner was his wife of many years, but it did not stop him from dancing
with others who had come for the party. The guests came in their finery,
and the oil lamps lit the room and decorations to make it a whimsical party.
The settings were fit for royalty, the food was exquisite, the music light and
airy, and nothing but a sea of smiles could be seen anywhere in the room.
I was however, only a voyeur at the party. I wished that I was one of those
that had been invited in true, but alas, my being there had a deeper purpose
and meaning for me. It showed me that people can have a good time in
each other's company, just by joining in with a smile and good natured
feelings. Oh, how I wished it were truly real at the time.
I haver returned many times to that party, as each year I wait for it to come
on the TV. I would truly have loved to be at "Old Fezziwig's" party, and each
year I try, even for a little while, give up my Scrooge!
12/11/20
Written for "Party Folk Poetry Contest" by Julia Ward
is love exstincted
and soiled by it haver
is love borrowed
and brokered into
a new persons having
or are lover gold brickers
who moonlight
until tired and in need of rest
than are these new positions next
by design
that the authors of these storied
mentions are acted out
in performances
to be seen by those who relate
to the drama
then when those audiences tire
of you are we then appointed to new positions to
exhaust one another
in the boredom of believing
love keeps people together
or do lovers keep each other
so that their belief in love and loving
can survive from
each day to strengthen those
tomorrows
where we'll need one another
AH os sonhos
AH
Os sonhos!
Teria passado a vida
Só,
se os sonhos não viessem
mostrar qual é o caminho
Sonhos: umas vezes são de noite
outras em pleno de sol
com a lerdeza de caracol
Sonho que nunca estou só.
AH os sonhos;
Quem os manda não sei
se o nada que é tudo à vida
ou se é dentro de mim que tem de haver
tanta força no meu imaginar
que sonho dia e noite.
Sei que sonho,
Pode ser até que eu os finjo a mim mesmo
para ser sem que decida
para de novo o sonho desfazer
num contínuo surgir e retornar
ao nada que dá ser ao que é querer.
Sei que sonho!
Obrigado por me fazer sonhar.