Long 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, this’s it. The sustained tempo in a low key and...

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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 to the land of the free
Actually, it was America to...

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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 of neons  halogens and amber
    ...

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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 promotion of a man of God.  As one who...

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On the way to Porto for a week's holiday, we drove through a pine forest a man planted forest the way each 
stood at a respectful distance from each other
A year later in high summer,...

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A TOUR IN BRAZIL
Who has never seen,
when  sees it passes
amazed.. how is it
big this Sampa...
At night feeling cold,
I missed the
Rio heat, city
Wonderful...
who came from behind
or climbed its hills,
you know it's clear
in Belzonte.
forget you stayed
babe...

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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. card?			
Putting on my best stoic mask I said
Do I need...

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Just the other day in this tiny somewhat corrupted
As polluted want to be so much more, tempered town
In tinseled dreams formulated by their minute elite ? Borne
Longings passed onward by father's gold rush these, railroad...

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I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an hour in the fresh countryside.

I hope that I can cross...

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DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN TAKE A PEE?

I assure all of you one thing about this universe
it's getting worse
starving tiny little ones are crying
while their daddies are busy dying

some young man decides love is...

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How beautiful and discreet, this port, at night,
When you listen to fado, come that voice, Misia
It becomes deep and mysterious, sonorous,
Its numerous lights are warm as wool.

How enchanting this port, at night, o night
Between the...

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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 of a wave farm existence.
In a compound of many flats,...

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The woman is
juice to milk,
the man is
cane juice

The woman is
Apple pear,
the man is
prickly pineapple

The woman is
Prosecco wine,
the man is
porto...

The woman is
sweet potato,
the man is
manioc...

The woman is
the warmth,
the man is
popcorn...

The woman is
violin,
the man is
trombone...

The woman is
basilar
The...

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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 sense.
But the tides are so strong .
They can surely drag...

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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 kings and god. 
Not to forget all the statues of...

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Porto 

I have lived in Algarve for many years, yes plenty of sunshine
but its people have an African conception of time, 
whether this is caused by arrogance or lack of knowledge
I will not speculate to...

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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 
The broken voice
Of the tall woman who undid
The family knot
Set...

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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 in 
honour of a God. Got restless and walked into...

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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, 
Having become an amputee aged ten and keen. 

He competed...

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Bias, one of the Seven, take up neither (when the Persians arrived) an arm
such glorious like the Seven for Thebes, 
nor a book full of wisdom of now.
No.
There is a talk he said, “Omnia mea...

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Leaving Porto 
It is six o´clock in the morning a woman is cleaning 
the pavement outside a bank, and the café across 
my hotel has just opened. I drink strong coffee and
eat a toast there....

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I live in Duino

Where my friends' sweet
messages motivate 
me to look at the
glowing sun every morning 

I live in  Duino
Where sea waves
Remind me of how
beautiful the world is

Walking the Rilke pathway,
Peaceful winds blowing 
evoking...

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The English Couple 

The English couple, I met in Porto, looked fragrant
and demurely, she wore a flowery dress and he 
wore a white shirt and flannel trousers; and both
 both sported a discreet tan. Clearly...

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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 able 
to write a single stanza anymore?
What if to chuck...

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Para não confundir;
Hoje criei
Sábado diferente 
e igual!

Hoje como sempre,
Mais uma vez.
no sábado,
Pintei gestos de criança
Com as novas cores
Da beleza e do cuidado.

Hoje como sempre,
Mais uma vez.
Neste sábado,
Pintei com os novos hits
Usei sombras 
Iluminei 
E criei...

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