Long Paulo Poems
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Pan pan pan pan pan
pan pan pan pan pan,,,
Peacock bass
oh tasteful fish ...
Amazon,
from my country...
Catupiri
all must eat...
superb cheese
from my country...
Acarajé,
oh caruru
oh vatapá
from Bahia,
hey hey
San Salvador ...!
Vaquejadà
rodeo...
hello boiadá
bolanderá ...
Muié embroiderer ...
Percata espadrille, doublet
all the best
from my backlands ...!
Look at the drizzle,
what a lovely rain ...
life that flies ...
All success,
all the progress
of this nation.
Sao Paulo,jet plane ...!
In this school
born sambão ...
in the north zone
Hello at Gamboa ...
Wobbly thing
Rio, February
waddling samba,
samba brother ...!
Center here
so special...
Sprouts wealth,
phenomenal...
in the immense west
cattle farming
Rural Brazil ...!
Hey Canindé ...
Armadillo,
Hey Tuiuiu
Icaraí ...
It's all here ...
it's brazil land,
it's brazilian
it's my brasil ...
It's my brasi ....!
"Today don't beg, don't ask, just thank God in silence for all the blessings in your life. Each morning brings a hidden blessing; a blessing which is unique to that day. You deserve all the good things that happen to you."
~ Paulo Coelho
Auspicious azure atoll with augmented aurora
Bounteous bells bringing in buoyant breeze
Chiming cornucopia of coloured circles
Drawing drapes of dulcet dreams in delight
Emanating effervescence of enchanting echoes
Frivolously flying fervent fruits of father's faith
Gratitude garnered graciously in gaiety golden gospels
Humming harmonious hopes of humane harbinger
Iridescent immaculate ink of inbound ideologies
Jubilant jar of judicious joy in juggles
Kernels of kindness kindred in kaleidoscope
Luminescent leaves with lustre of love language
Mother's memoirs of mesmerizing morning mellow
Nurturing nascent nights with neon nuzzles
Opulent overwhelming opportunities of optimism
Pinnacles of permeating pleasure peeking in panacea
Quintessential quilt of quietude quenching quests
Radiant realms of rapport reviving a rhapsody
Soft silver slumber sparkling in sanguine serendipity
Translucent threads of tenacious tangible treasures
Unearthed utopia upholding ushered upbeats of urges
Veracious variance vibrating valiantly in vicinity
Wonderful white wisps of warm whispering waves
Xenon xing from xenial xylophones of xander xenia
Yellow yarns of yonder yesterdays yielding youthfulness
Zooming with zillion zestful zigzags to zealous zenith
July 20, 2020
SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS POETICALLY Poetry Contest
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São Paulo is a
long street that
crosses Brazil
with its "trade"
infernal...
Rio is a stage
lit where
the popcorn maker of
corner, it's handle
of samba and the madam
from Barra, she owns
of gafieira in Lapa...
Belo is a farm
modern...but its
horses are mechanics...
There you breathe the air of
in the ancient days...
The Northeast that was once
fiction plays functions, left
to be illusion and mirage
to be a consumption pole...
The north, still lies down
asleep in wonder
of the green... as planes
traffic their saps...and the
Uncle Sam still eludes
the natives...
From the Central Plateau,
or from the green heart
from the homeland will arise a
resounding cry that
will dislodge the Court
castled...
So the South that still
thinks it is Cisplatin
or argentine gaucho
will untie the triple alliance
and it will be truly believed
Brazilian...!
Oh my Brazil...manly...!
You call it Israel carelessly
You call it that thoughtlessly
Unquestioning is it okay?
Unnoticing the decay
The strong hold of all the Palestinians
The firm desires it will be free again
Did you see or have you went blind
To all the things they did
To all the slaughter
They have caused
To the destruct of all homes
To the raze of all mosques
To the perish of many souls
Strong great Palestinians
They did not do but stand
Defending their beloved country
They did not do but fight back
For what the Jews did
And you call it
You call it again
Israel…
For if they killed, burned, and tortured
It will never be theirs to own
It will never be theirs to name
It will never, never be theirs to cling too
It has been, is being, and will be
Only Palestine…
Written by: louzana nubani
Dedicated and directed to: Paulo Coelho
Hey man
Why are you always on my mind
Here and there, once again
I can't relax ' cause of you
Hey man
Why are you as hot as that bright light
I feel like that damn butterfly
Attracted by the cruel fire
I'm close to you, my thoughts are full
Of lovely vicious things
We feel it clear, we are almost near
"impress me" is our theme
Hey man
Why are you holding me so tight
You say a word - I have goosebumps
You're so close - I'm passing out
Hey man
Why am I loving you so loud
I use your name as talisman
I dive deeply into your charm
I know that everybody has their own stars*
Their own stars
Their own stars
You are my stars
The universe conspired to help me find us**
Find us
Find us
I've found us
* "The little prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
** "The alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
Camille Desmoulins was a poet at the time of the French Revolution,
his enthusiastic speeches were practically the trigger for
the inspiring Revolution of other revolutions ... he acted together
to his inseparable friend DANTON in l789:
Every revolution has its day,
every change has its time,
the eld leaves, it has to follow ...
the new always arrives and
installs ... the eld leaves for
its reality, faces the truth
with sadness or gallantry, or
tranquility...
France, cradle of Enlightenment:
Liberté ... Egalité ... Fraternité ...
1789 will be remembered ever
not to forget ... a milestone
of universal history ... 1789 ...
a poet ... a speech ...
Stutterer from birth, Desmoulins
with his geue, his verve ... he preached,
he who had already screamed for
female vote before, preached
for the republic ...
at his side DANTON, companion
from other eras ... in ancient Greece,
prisca eras: Spartacus and his
faithful squire ... through the ages
always together, always companions.
In the passages, noble causes
defended ... came the revolution
in France ... the victory and the guillotine ...
Victory has been achieved, his head
beheaded ...
Today in the present life, Desmoulins
is a journalist in Rio de Janeiro,
Danton engineer in Sao Paulo ...
according to the spiritists ...
Desmoulins spoke and the Bastille
fell ... the king fell ... the republic
arrived in France ...
Today the fight is spiritual, it is for
aggrandizement, development
moral of the human being ... today the
mission is to instruct man to
divine truths, for progress
spiritual...
One day Camille said on occasion
before the scaffold:
EDAMUS ET BIBAMOS CRAS,
ENIN MORIEMUR ...!
PS sugestões Song
Caroline cherie Aznavour
https://youtu.be/lLZq4ZoF7qQ
The possibility of making a dream come true it's what makes life interesting (Quote by Paulo Coelho)
Our elders say: one more day
to get up is one more day to enjoy.
One more day to get dressed,
to open the window
and watch the beauty around.
Another day of troubles to face,
to struggle, another big mountain to challenge.
A new page to read,
a new program to watch,
a new lesson to learn.
New steps to rehearse in the morning
for the the colossal performance at night.
A dream to fight to wake up all the senses.
Wonderful people you have to meet
makes you forget about
the wrong ones you've met.
What it is written,
sometimes can't be deleted,
but it's always a way to rectify
and start a better story.
Because I live,
I want to shout to the whole world
that I'm alive, that I want to fly.
Because I live,
I am a person that fights everyday with myself,
the monsters inside,
my concerns, my family, my friends, my job,
my what will be the next?
But I am alive,
that's much more that I can ask for.
Something that means
that I still can breath the air,
pulluted, but the one we have.
I can watch the ocean,
the sunsets and the new dawns.
Perhaps my life is not what I expected,
perhaps everything I'm living now
is not as far as I painted when I was starting.
But the years makes you go through unexpected
small roads, that one day
can become highways to run on.
Still young enough, deep inside,
to do many performances.
I choose not to act in the limelight,
but in the right stage
with the spotligh shining on me,
because I live,
and I want to be alive
for the next show to be played.
> There is a new world rising,
Not in thunder, not in fire—
But in a silence so deep,
It echoes across the galaxies.
181 nations, long forgotten by history’s biased pen,
Have gathered—not in conflict, but in covenant.
From the ruins of colonial greed,
A golden phoenix stirs.
The old gods of currency—Dollar, Euro, Pound—
Fall like crumbling idols.
In their place, a New Tender rises,
Digital, decentralized, rooted in equity.
No more IMF.
No more World Bank puppeteering the poor.
No more UN charades.
These houses of power dissolve,
As the Global South becomes the Sun that never sets.
Asia leads—not with conquest, but with consciousness.
Their minds merged with machines,
Yet their hearts remain deeply human.
Africa, awakened,
Not the dark continent, but the cradle of light,
An industrial colossus with rivers of AI,
Solar cities rising from the red dust of the Sahel,
Robotic farms blooming in the Congo.
No more borders—only bridges.
From Dar es Salaam to Dhaka,
From São Paulo to Shanghai,
A single government rises—not to control, but to harmonize.
Europe...
Once the iron-fisted ruler of centuries,
Now reduced to scattered provinces,
Its castles turned to factories,
Its people, wandering for work—
The way others once wandered into Europe.
Its population?
6% and falling.
Its pride?
A ghost in the winds of progress.
But there is no revenge.
Only balance.
The great seesaw of time has swung.
And in its justice, peace has finally arrived.
For the first time in a thousand years,
No wars rage.
No child sleeps beneath drones.
No color defines your worth.
Racism becomes a fossil, buried with the empires that fed on it.
The air is clean.
The waters heal.
The forests rise like emerald fortresses.
Genetic mastery allows disease to be undone.
Human intelligence—no longer bound by biology—
Expands a millionfold.
We speak in silence.
We move in light.
We live in balance with the Earth.
And for 100 years,
Humanity dances with peace.
This is not a dream.
This is a revelation.
And the prophets smile from beyond the veil:
> *"At last," they whisper,
"The Earth has remembered herself."
It all started with Rowling and Gandhi but you wanted more. Remember when Paulo Coelho joined in and brought Milton along with him. Wasn't that a party. You started craving attention and soon this family added Orwell, Kafka, Dostoyevsky and Plato.
It all started with a water chestnut wooden emptiness. But there were no bounds of your happiness when you smelled your first book. The crisp sound of its pages and the warmth in its content. I remember your eyes lit up and every time that I took that book, there was a morose silence in you.
It all started with that fresh paint you got a year back that turned things around. There was a fear at first, of losing your sanity and then there was nothing. You added Victor Hugo to your collection that year and loved it thoroughly. I remember the first rain, and the pain it put you through. Those irreparable damage it caused and the silence caught you again.
It all started a month after that horrid rain, when you got your favorite chestnut wood again and added 16 books to your family. Like an old grandpa, you still reign proudly over your victories. I remember you crying when you had to let go of Farkle that night.
Its still not over, shelf, there are plenty of people waiting to join you in your journey. All your infants, now grown so much, still helps in changing the life of so many others. So many stories yet to come and so many lessons yet to learn. It's always a start for you. But for now here's another book waiting to be a part of your kingdom.
" We all know fear. But passion makes us fearless."...Paulo Coelho
Let Passion Win
A terrified heart, insecure in the mountain of unknown tomorrow..
Let Passion fly, vanquish and flee the fear of fall.
A whimpering mind, entangled in the ocean of turbulent sorrow...
Let Passion sail, conquer and reign the storm over all.
Dated : 10th January, 2019
"Fear is a slinking cat I find beneath the lilacs of my mind." - Sophie Tunnell
Contest description : A rhyme in four lines saying what the quote means,
Submitted to the "Explaining Sophie" Contest.
Sponsor : Julia Ward