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Love with Wild Abandon

"Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused. — Paulo Coelho


When first I'd peered into his dark brooding eyes
there was an undercurrent, fathoms deep pulling me in.
A storm brewed inside of me and each time we met
I submitted to my desires and he to his, without regret.
To have denied it would have destroyed us.

He was never mine for the taking
but it was only for him that my heart ached.
We shared a passion, unrestrained— untamed.
We loved with wild abandon.

There was lightning between us.
Thunder roared in my head with each deepened kiss.
I heard it in his breathless sighs—  
felt it when his fingertips danced across my skin. 
It was a serenade of lovers that we sang together
as if each time was a renewal, an awakening of Spring.

Time rushed in months—years spilled in an hourglass.
The feast is still as sweet, the passion as strong.
We'll not be deprived the love we savor with wild abandon
nor the silent whispers to each other's hearts.

FATAL SURPRISE

    DoctorDoctor, doctor, how did the operation go?

– But what doctor, what nonsense! Look, I'm Saint Peter!


   
  PS. alkas TRANSLATING Paulo Miranda

FAKIR

      
...what I always carry inside me
...without rest
...asks for a job
...for my nails...


  PS. translating Miranda Paulo
         intertextuality.

Choose Wisely

The stiff neck from counterfeit blues…
I read about that in the news.
A guy from Sao Paulo
said he too can’t swallow,
but feels pretty good when he chews.

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Response to John Read's Deflated

Moirai

"I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, 
but our fate is sealed." ~ Paulo Coelho  

Clotho is the savvy spinner Goddess
Weaving the destiny of man flawless,  
With the twirl of her gossamer hands
She creates vibrant multihued bands. 

Across the heavens her domain spreads
With the web of shining silken threads
She garners the straying morning mist
and the sparkling sunbeams in the twist.

So that my soul may find salvation
and save me from my own damnation
She blazes a trail on my pliable soul 
and the reins of my Fate duly control.

Book - the Alchemist - Paulo Coelho

the universe conspires to serve us yet tremulous heart betrays soul

Tender

Behind the polished brass and red cedar
She lifts the florescent bottles and glasses
At her own classy pace

She’s earned that right by now
I understand well

Her beauty a galaxy
Bundled in dark space of the Miami hotel bar
She’ll not be rushed
To chop blend mix slice our Moscow Mules

Folds her arms
Reads the mantle of faces like unfinished portraits
Propped to her easel of cleavage

Makes me read her mind
I like the game
I think she does too

She’s heard a dirty poet’s lonely old thoughts
A thousand times over

At least lust pays attention
Tips well
Passes the night time game of shells

My eyes sit on elbows
Following her Brazilian-French silhouette
Like wind atop the Eifel Tower
Mardi Gras in Sau Paulo

I’d like her to take my hand
For a long autumn walk
To find Jim Morrison’s grave in Pere Lachaise

Ask her name
Strike it like a match
Steal the bourbon
Left on the Lizard King’s sad defiled headstone

Ask her what she really thinks.

The Fiddler and the Frog

A symphony in two part sound:
the fiddler and the frog
played echo in the fog,
a lovely analog.

Crescendoing as they redound,
with none to inhibit
the bow or the ribbit,
they simply ad-lib it.

Then, absent of all jealousies,
acknowledging their need,
they oft exchange the lead,
and neither does impede.

Across the water melodies:
the fiddler on her strings,
the frog, the baseline brings;
delight is given wings.

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for The Fiddler and the Frog Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
a Paulo Comitatu: 8:6:6:6 with abbb, accc, etc. 
written on 1/22/23

Places of the World

As Cervantes said:
                    For sightseeing, Milan,
                    to the sea, Lusitania...
                   As I say:
                    To work, São Paulo...
                    To love, Rio...
                    For rest Belô,
                    for dating, Natal...
                    to dream, the moon...
                    To live, João Pessoa... !

Clerihew Veronese

Verona's Paulo Veronese
loved to paint pageantry
He claimed pictorial licence
relying on innate common sense

Acqua Santa Sacred Water

they say I'm bella
and alluring i am
when on thin strings
in night fog
or in droplets
in the morning grass...
They say I'm wonderful,
and wonderful I am,
when I quench  thirst
of the thirsty animals
of all species
in lakes, streams and rivers...
I've been sung by a lot of poets
Beaudelaire, Rilke...
watering the plants...
moved thank you
everyone, but I wish
perpetuate the tenderness of
PAULO, WHO CALLED ME SANTA!
I am the water that flows to the stream
from the creek to the immense river
from the river to the sea!
from then to heaven
thus from above,
  reborn... !

Of Infinity

We are travelers on a cosmic journey, stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity" ~Paulo Coelho

Am I dancing in the eddie's of infinity,
Swirling stardust on a cosmic journey
Without beginning, without ending ~
In whirlpools of light and color 
And unimaginable glory?

I feel helplessly small
Trapped in this body made of clay,
Gazing up into the unattainable height
Of stars and galaxies
And light at the edge of the universe.

Infinity cannot be measured 
By the finite machinations of mathematicians.

How do I measure the ether?
How do I become stardust
Swirling and dancing in the eddies
And whirlpools of Infinity?
 
Am I a traveler on a cosmic journey,
Or simply a dreamer of transitory illusions?


em>For: This or That, Vol 8 Poetry Contest
Title chosen: "Of Infinity"
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
November 3, 2021

English Expressions With Denotation In Brazil

E Do not hold your breath.
P take the horse out of the rain...

E Do not look a gift horse in the mouth.
P To the given horse do not look out the teeth...

E Piss off
P inflate the scrotum volume...

E Eating crow
P Swallowing the batrachy... 

 E Throw everything up in the air !
 P Pour water on the floor by kicking the bucket... 

 E Cock-and-bull- story !
 P Flaccid colloquy to nurse cattle !



 Os E english, P english of expression equivalent in Brazil

Work done with text of Paulo Miranda, translated and adapted by Alkas Poetry

Oh My Brazil So Mainly Weird

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...!

Prefere

Prefere

Desde sempre
seja na vida
ou nos negócios
diga sempre 
de onde vens.


Desde sempre
seja na vida
prefinir fazer 
mais e mais,
fazer negócios 
com outras pessoas 
da mesma cidade
é uma verdade,
seja em Palmas,
em Ponta Porã
ou em São Paulo.

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