Friday, December 30, 2016

Ode Maritima

Ah, todo o cais é uma saudade de pedra! 
E quando o navio larga do cais 
E se repara de repente que se abriu um espaço 
Entre o cais e o navio, 
Vem-me, não sei porquê, uma angústia recente, 
Uma névoa de sentimentos de tristeza 
Que brilha ao sol das minhas angústias relvadas 
Como a primeira janela onde a madrugada bate, 
E me envolve como uma recordação duma outra pessoa 
Que fosse misteriosamente minha. 
(Fernando Pessoa)

Not Understanding

'I think not understanding people you love, and believe love you is the most painful experience-when nothing makes sense and yet, you feel it should. It is a kind of disharmony that brings the whole universe into question. It makes my head spin, gravity seems to have gone and sentences become decorations hanging in my mind, not real thoughts flowing through my brain. All I see is a cluttered mind with a lot of useless post it notes, written to a person I cannot see. And I wonder what they think about me?'
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Thursday, December 29, 2016

Liar

You are a liar.
But I have no idea
What lie
You told.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)



The Unpredictability Of Everything.

The Unpredictability Of Everything.
It is not because 
The wind has died
It means the season changed,
It is not because it is winter
Hardships come again.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)


The Present.

The Present.
It was solely intended for you,
But I looked away for a second
And you had slipped from view.
Present means nothing, anymore,
For it was destined for a person I loved,
But sadly, rarely saw.
I will not be blamed
For your unhappiness
In this case less is more.
The less I give, the higher you shall fly-
Sometimes you have to hurt yourself,
Or die.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)- work in progress

Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Dreams, or places?

First: Oddly enough, you must enter the strangest places to find your dreams.
Second: But there are so many.
First: So many what? 
First again:Dreams, or places?
Second: Dreams; of course. Places are easy to find.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UAFMfgtzaG8&t=3419s





Monday, December 26, 2016

What Needs To Become Of Me?

What Needs To Become Of Me?
I do not want to be
A famous artist,
Or
A famous poet.
I want to be
An artist
And
A poet.
I am
Both of these.
So what are the
Butterflies in me?
What is it
I have not yet become
But,
Still need to be?
(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)


Friday, December 23, 2016

Myself.

Myself.
I went out,
Stripped naked
To the cold.
And looked at all
The pieces of myself
I had not yet sold.
Satisfied there was
Still enough of me left,
I went back in
To the warmth
And safety
Of my nest.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Thursday, December 22, 2016

No Title- just a feeling

No Title
With such an affliction,
I will have to wait
Until I run out of reality
Before I write fiction.
And with such an addiction,
How is there any hope
Of ever ending
This beautiful conversation?
(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)
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O Meu Colar De Gotas De Chuva

O meu colar de gotas de chuva
Primeira: Porque tens as mãos molhadas?
Segunda: Eu estava a fazer um magnífico colar de gotas de chuva, quando de repente todos os pingos se transformaram em lágrimas.
Primeira: Tentavas criar uma realidade que não poderia existir além do teu sonho.
Segunda: Eu só tentava fazer aquilo imaginado
Primeira: Infelizmente, isso significa que nunca será…
(Gerry Aldridge 
©2016)

My Raindrop Necklace
Primeira: Why are your hands wet?
Segunda: I was making a beautiful raindrop necklace, when suddenly all the beads turned into tears.
Primeira: You were trying to create something that could not exist outside your dream.
Segunda: I was only trying to make what I had seen.
Primeira: Sadly, it does not mean it will ever be,

(Gerry Aldridge © 2016)







Monday, December 19, 2016

Inhuman Waste

On a glorious day like this
I woke up,
Looked waste
Write in the face
And masochistically
Embraced
The cardinal crime
Of being
In the wrong place
At the perfect time..
I should leave
And just pretend
I never existed
At all.
(the author denies this was ever written 2016)
The Monument Of Non Existence
by Mario Sanchez Nevado


Sunday, December 11, 2016

Naked

I went to a dinner tonight and from the terrace I could not help being drawn into the noise and motion of the ocean-

I am not sure
If I am cold,
or hot.
The tide comes in
And dresses me
Goes out,
Undresses me.

I think the true meaning of nakedness
Is in your eyes only.

(Gerry Aldridge)

Sunday, December 4, 2016

No Endings

There is no such thing as an ending- Once a story has begun it goes on forever. I am not in a hurry to turn the pages, but I am anxious to reach the next chapter, although reluctant, yet not adverse to reaching the beginning again-
 (Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Friday, December 2, 2016

The Law of the Jungle

I came across this and thought perhaps all politicians should read it and then world order would be miraculously established..desperate times...
"Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky;
And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die.
As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back --
For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack." 

From The Law of the Jungle
-Rudyard Kipling- just a thought, yet.....



Wednesday, November 30, 2016

I Got Lost Once

Inspired by Fernando Pessoa-
I got lost once
And did not know
Where I was.
It was a place
I wanted to know,
But there was much
I dare not see
- And then I realised,
I was thinking
Of dancing,wiith
You, thinking
Of dancing
With me. 
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Would you understand the poem better, if I told you that thinking and not dreaming was intentional and changes everything? Just an artistic enquiry for anyone who ponders poems :)


The Soothing Sun

Did you know that if you catch the early morning sun at precisely the right moment as she rises demurely in the sky, it will dry a tear before it even leaves the eye?
(Gerry Aldridge)

Sunday, November 13, 2016

My Tree

My Tree
Through dark and dismal days
I watched you reign
And come to flower,
Then fruit again.
Wardrobe change
No more the green.
I watch you undress
All over me.
Why do the birds sing
As they say goodbye?
Or do they weep,
As they watch the fall?
Become icing on the ground
And you stand tall.
In nudity you are
Still, strong and proud.
I wrap myself up in
Yellows come golds.
Rolling with glee into every fold,
And I breathe you.
My mind is the breeze.
Turn your robes into oceans
That fly with me..
Continue life with me.
The time to hibernate,
Wait till Winter has gone.
Then comes Spring
And I shall watch you dress again.
Wistful of the past
And the future?
My mind is the breeze
That captures thee.
Showers the world
In fragmented sunbeams.
Warming the earth,
Making the fairies dance.
Embracing the metamorphosis
Of continued life.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)


Acceptance

Acceptance
A blanket of acceptance
Settles heavily upon me.
Deceitfully it promises relief
As its damp release
Gnaws into my bones,
Destroying me like sun does ice.
Smothered in this deathly wrap
My dreams are crushed,
Shattered into tiny drops
Of hope that was.
To form sad, silent rivers
Solemnly carrying you away from me.
Taking part of me.
What is left is an incomplete me,
The one you chose to flee.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Thursday, October 27, 2016

Art challenge- make a smilie!

Art challenge- make a smilie in a bucket!! #artchallenge
Here is mine

Sunday, October 23, 2016

Long, long ago....

Long, long ago
I proposed to Life.
The answer was Yes.
Since that day
I have always been me.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)



Everything Is Worth It- 2nd Part

Everything Is Worth It- 2nd Part
I set her adfrift
'My True Love'
And stood still
As I watched
Her passing.
She did not set sail
In any particular direction.
But she did
Drift away from me.
My only consolation
Being,
I know that she
Is free.
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)


Friday, October 21, 2016

Everything Is Worth It.

Everything Is Worth It.
My days would be
Empty without emotion.
No story to tell,
Nor rocks in my path.
Days would be
Empty.with no intervention.
A boat does not even drift
Without some motion.
On a lifeless ocean
We do not exist.
Nothing is made that way.
Everything has something to say.
'My True Love'
Moored safely,
Or at home in her prison
In my bay?
She tells herself she is in the right place,
Watching the ripples pass her by.
Then mind gets adventurous
And her eyes are convinced....
It is I,
That move to distant shores.
Mock small waves as they return
Time and time again and more.
Hence came a dillusional boat
Stuck fast in time.
I shall slip her mooring,
And make her mine.

Tell her,
"Darling, you were not moving."
(Gerry Aldridge 2016)

Thursday, October 20, 2016

The Pen

I am priviliged to have a contribution from a poet new to me called Cathy Miller- I hope you enjoy her poem.

The Pen
She has thoughts and feelings
that flow from the tip of her pen
to the core of our soul.
Awaking thoughts
we wish to
ignore.

She cries out
feelings of
pain
onto the
stain
of her page.

The strength she shows by expression
will forever course through the beat of our hearts.
To ignore would
throw our world deeper apart.

Her knuckles white.
Tears of red
Her truth will be said.
Words that inspire the masses.

When everything fades,
words remain.
Pain
flowing into
the sea of humanity.

(Cathy Miller 10/10/2016)
Cathy J Miller (CJM) is a lover of words and a writer of prose. She spent many years teaching kids with learning disabilities how to read before shifting her focus on using her words to inspire adults to feel. She hails from Dallas, Texas where she makes words not only her full time work, but also her lifelong passion.


Thursday, October 13, 2016

Pain Worth Bearing

'E a minha alma alegra-se com seu sorriso which is the earth upon which every rock falls, batters, and coincides- it hurts, but it is the kind of pain worth bearing- the one I was born to bear.' - (Gerry Aldridge and Fernando Pessoa)

Wednesday, October 5, 2016

The Sleeper

The Sleeper

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At midnight, in the month of June, 
I stand beneath the mystic moon. 
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, 
Exhales from out her golden rim, 
And softly dripping, drop by drop, 
Upon the quiet mountain top, 
Steals drowsily and musically 
Into the universal valley. 
The rosemary nods upon the grave; 
The lily lolls upon the wave; 
Wrapping the fog about its breast, 
The ruin moulders into rest; 
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake 
A conscious slumber seems to take, 
And would not, for the world, awake. 
All Beauty sleeps!—and lo! where lies 
Irene, with her Destinies! 

Oh, lady bright! can it be right— 
This window open to the night? 
The wanton airs, from the tree-top, 
Laughingly through the lattice drop— 
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, 
Flit through thy chamber in and out, 
And wave the curtain canopy 
So fitfully—so fearfully— 
Above the closed and fringéd lid 
’Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid, 
That, o’er the floor and down the wall, 
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall! 
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear? 
Why and what art thou dreaming here? 
Sure thou art come o’er far-off seas, 
A wonder to these garden trees! 
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress! 
Strange, above all, thy length of tress, 
And this all solemn silentness! 

The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, 
Which is enduring, so be deep! 
Heaven have her in its sacred keep! 
This chamber changed for one more holy, 
This bed for one more melancholy, 
I pray to God that she may lie 
Forever with unopened eye, 
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by! 

My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, 
As it is lasting, so be deep! 
Soft may the worms about her creep! 
Far in the forest, dim and old, 
For her may some tall vault unfold— 
Some vault that oft hath flung its black 
And wingéd pannels fluttering back, 
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls 
Of her grand family funerals— 

Some sepulchre, remote, alone, 
Against whose portals she hath thrown, 
In childhood, many an idle stone— 
Some tomb from out whose sounding door 
She ne’er shall force an echo more, 
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin! 
It was the dead who groaned within.

Sunday, October 2, 2016

Four-Leaf Clover

Four-Leaf Clover
BY ELLA HIGGINSON
I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook, 
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.
One leaf is for hope, and one is for faith,
And one is for love, you know,
And God put another in for luck—
If you search, you will find where they grow.
But you must have hope, and you must have faith,
You must love and be strong – and so—
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

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)