Long Memoria Poems

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Premium Member Untrampled Sand

Untrampled Sand

Idyllic shorelines tucked away
Are island protected in a tropical bay
Below pastel skies polished by clouds,
Reveal a Shangri-La lathered in gold.

Untrampled sands, white and tanned,
Are cooled by waves and wind-fanned,
Where exotic vegetation creeps unmolested,
Claiming squatters’ rights of fertile deposits.

Mollusk seashells litter the beach
Within the cove’s curvature outreach,
Where hermit crabs upgrade shells
And birds sing throughout the hills.

(Un paraíso tropical de mi corazón
En sueños con la mujer que amo.
Gracias por la memoria
Ese viento llena mi lienzo
Mientras navego por los océanos.)

A tropical paradise of my heart
In dreams with the woman I love.
I thank you for the memory
That wind-fills my canvas
As I sail the oceans.


Premium Member Your Love is in My Memory

Tu Amor Está En la Memoria

Delicate is this precious gift called life
You are in my heart then and still are.
And there are a hundred reasons, 
I still speak as if you are right here.

Delicate is this precious gift called life
bound only as once, one chance.
As death may come, no clues, no signs.
each day, live, the freedom of life.

You are in my heart then and still are,
with words that comforted me in my pains
And your hug is warm and just gentle
bringing back the soundness of love.

And there are a hundred reasons,
I will not forget the places we have been.
Appreciating anything that comes in between
reminding me everyday, to keep praying.

I still speak as if you are right here 
as if you have not left few years now.
Even when I am confused and mad
like the breeze of May, you remain calm.

Your love is in my memory.

© Olive Eloisa Fraser
October 27, 2025 @ 14:02

31 Espana, me todavia en tu memoria

31.

España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Ako lang naman yaong hamak na kapuluan

Sa kontinenteng Asya bandang timog-silangan

Na minsan mo nang dinayo at pinagkanlungan.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



‘Di ba't hindi ako ang marapat na sadyain?

Ika'y nagkamali sa dinaungang lupain!

Subalit bakit ka pa nagpumilit sa akin?



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Ano bang nasilayan at ako'y binihag mo?

Ikaw pa ang naghandog sa akin ng ngalan ko

Bininyagan na maging Romano Katoliko.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Langis ng Kristiyanismo ako ay binuhusan

‘Di nga lang lubos dumaloy hanggang talampakan

Na kay Allah ay tali na noon pa man.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Tatlong daan, tatlumpu't taong alipin

Dugo't laman ko'y pinagpumilitang
bigkisin

Sa kultura't kamalayang dayuhan sa akin.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Ano bang taglay mo't nagtiis din sa'yo?

Mga dantao'y inabot bago napagtanto

Pag-alpas na marapat mula paniniil mo!



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Ginang ng karagatan kung ikaw ay turingan

Ako'y isa lang pala sa'yong anak-anakan

Na sa kapangyarihan mo'y nakipagkumpulan.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Ngayon ay isandaan at sampung taon narin

Ang nakalipas nang ako ay iyong lisanin

Pero siguradong ikaw ay nandito parin.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?


Bayani kong si Rizal sa'yo ay nagtungo

Upang ipabatid ang aking panlulumo

Wika mo'y inaral ngunit balewala sa'yo.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?



Ngayon ako naman kung nais maunawaan

Ang tulang ito na sa'yo ang patukuyan

Ang wika kong ito naman ang ‘yong pag-aralan.



España, me todavia en tu memoria?

España, ako ba'y nasa iyo pang gunita?



-08/01/2008

(Miagao)

*for PI 100 under Sir Sansait
Form: Rhyme

Antonio Lobo Antunes

Antonio Lobo Antunes

Writes a chronicle, which he claims is about Nothing that, for us, ( Nothing ) encompasses a mountain of words
reflecting the need of the needs ofman
Antonio protested against the Portuguese wars in Africa
“ He was an officer in the army” sending innocent farm boys from the interior of Portugal who could hardly write and read, fighting for
a corrupt colonial power.
 so many of them died for 
a lost business opportunity for the powerful
For parents, a faded photograph of a soldier, a medal
for bravery, a letter written by an employee with
a Remington typewriter, hastily written as the writer had to send a hundred messages more before the end of the end of a long working day
Antonia, yes, to be a collegian, although
I am not  is
a practicing psychiatrist, or was a shrink, I refuse to 
spell the Psych again, is in his delusion why he
refuses to stop smoking 
Here we go again, me noticing things of no consequence
I have read one of his books. “Memoria de Elefante.”
in Portuguese, a struggle, and as a not an academic
I did not know the Luso language was so rich.
Lately, he, on my FB page, write about life and also about the thing he has written in his novels
One of these things is about obese diabetes people and 
I feel he does not understand how extremely difficult 
it is for a diabetic person to stay slim.
However, he is a wise person with few 
vices, except 
from his smoking, his humor, or his contagious 
laughter
and as a great man, he has many flaws
But I am not sure if his academic knowledge will 
not collide my ironic skepticism.
© Jan Hansen  Create an image from this poem.

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