Sunday, September 25, 2016

Drenched.

Drenched.
Sun rained down this autumn noon,
Splattered the earth with reds and golds.
Shards of the universe splintered
Through the branches
Of stained glass windows built in paradise,
Showcasing churches made in heaven.
And the trees.....
Dripped silently.
Laid me down gently,
Caressed me.
Annointed me in the serenity
Of the consistency of time.
Nothing more fragile,
Than the dissipated frocks
Of fragmenting fairies
As they dance so fast
They turn to dust.
And the breeze....
(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)

Saturday, September 17, 2016

My Tormentor, Or My Friend?

My Tormentor, Or My Friend?
Does the sun rise and scorn
All the dreams I think I saw?
Or does it care?

Does it want to help me bear
The loss of something I never had,
But through rose-coloured spectacles
I clearly saw?

Does it shine, or smirk
When it sees me pleading with the night
Not to go away, and begging all my dreams
To come with me into the day?


Are you light, or dark Sun?
Are you my tormentor,
Or my friend?
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Welcome KOG to my blog- there is a poem in itself!

Welcome KOG to my blog- there is a poem in itself! I am fortunate to be able to share a poem by this Italian based poet, who in my opinion portrays an honesty we fear and yet adore.
O que dizer sobre mim?!
Poucas coisas,mas o suficinte para apreciar o meu eu.
Sonhadora,simpatica,com bom gosto para viagens,arte .filosofia e musica.
Com uma grande bagagem de viagens que permitiram-me de ampliar o meu modo de pensar e de ver a vida com outros olhos.
Mae e esposa , dois filhos lindos que iniciam a ter um pouco mais de autonomia ,dando-me o meu justo tempo para ler, escrever e pintar. Hobbies preferidos que cultivo desde miuda.
Nos meus poemas transmito as minhas sensaçoes ,reflexoes,experiencias vividas ,é o espelho da minha alma e de um mundo invisivel dentro de mim que o unico a ter as chaves sou eu.
KOG.


Senti a tua falta
'Senti a tua falta ,sim. Sentia todos os dias . Dias intermináveis,dias frios,dias de tédio e caos completo. Senti a tua falta sim. Sentia todos os dias . A janela era sempre aberta , olhava-a com uma certa inquietude. Ela inocente olhava-me sem perceber o quanto fazia me sentir cada instante passado li, a espreitar o teu regresso. Sentia a tua falta,sim. Sentia todos os dias Dias chuvosos que iam inundando a minha mente das lembranças e do tempo que eu achava eterno. Bom era o tempo que passávamos a conversar, bom eram os teus risos espontâneas, os teus olhos que irradiava uma luz celestial cada vez que encontrava-se com os meus. Senti a tua falta,sim. Sentia todos os dias.' Kog

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Thigh

Inspired by Fernando Pessoa in English (Alexander Search)
An accidental glimpse
Of an unintentional act
Held my gaze
Albeit in a gleeful reluctance
To dare to look
And disregard the gentleman
Inside.
Thoughts, desires
Words in their reams
Flood like oceans
Into my dreams.
And for a moment
I feast erratically
On the future as it-for a split second
Seems.
Entered me in a lift this day
With unintent the button pressed
Took me to a destination, a floor
I did not expect, nor plan for.
It has left me dreaming
Not of kicking and screaming
As life drags me to your door
Slowly, surely like a beaching whale
To the shore.
I would like to rent a room
And live for eternity on that floor
Impossible to forget, or ignore
Her draw, or the beauty
I accidentally saw.
My only hope now
To spend a life in my new home
Kiss you, kiss you, kiss you
Discover more and more and more.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)

Friday, September 9, 2016

Palco da vida

I am so very happy to have the opportunity to post this poem by a Portuguese poet and new friend- Ana Beatriz Carvalho 

Palco da vida
Porque carrego eu as dores do mundo
Porque sofro assim?
Sou frágil

Eu não entendo
Porque a dor me escolheu
A mim......

São as penas dos que passam
As mágoas,dos que sem olhar
Gritam num silencio mudo
Absurdo.......

No muro que os sufoca
Num apelo de socorro
No desespero.......

Na emoção crua
Que me rasga e toca

Hó louca......
Loucura insana!!

Palco de actores moribundos
Chama cruel
Que queima sentimentos profundos

Um desdém todo ele trocista
Que provoca
E evoca
Esta força que em mim habita

Cada batida
Cada pulsar do meu ser

É a resposta
O erguer
O querer sublime

A minha vontade de viver

Ana Beatriz Carvalho 


Subitamente abrangendo todo o horizonte marítimo

«Subitamente abrangendo todo o horizonte marítimo 
Húmido e sombrio marulho humano noturno, 
Voz de sereia longínqua chorando, chamando, 
Vem do fundo do Longe, do fundo do Mar, da alma dos Abismos, 
E à tona dele, como algas, bóiam meus sonhos desfeitos... .»
(Fernando Pessoa) Álvaro de Campos
dreams do not break-they dissimilate, fragment into bits of intangibleness and can become anything, even the same dream again-I guess that means dreams are never lost.


Saturday, September 3, 2016

We met. We are.

We met.
We are.
There is no question,
Therefore there is nothing to be solved,
Or resolved.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)