by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories:
longing, love, marriage, missing you, passion, relationship, romantic,
My princess diddles on the shores of Brazil;
in clear, crude notes her lips curse in Portuguese;
her lewdness makes the earth and sun stand still--
what a tragedy if she were just a tease!
To gaze upon her rude face is what I don't miss;
to greet her with a vulgar, vile embrace
and kiss her sex would give her the greatest bliss--
the thought repels me and makes my heart race!
The distance between us, like a thick mist,
keeps us apart. But I by heaven swear
that someday we'll have our disgusting tryst
nevertheless in the same hemisphere.
And if she's not against waiting for me,
I'll do my best to diddle her by the sea!
by Demeter Edwards |
Categories:
imagination, passion, , literature,
Could this be an artistic, poetry of love?
To be in love with a mere imagination and expression of words
Poetic words that is not even human
But to engage with it, you will understand
That it’s more than just rhymes
It is all poets’ way of life, beliefs and philosophy
An authentic literature passed down from the great Shakespeare
to the younger poetic generation
worldwide in every nation
whether a poet writes in French, Spanish, Dutch, Portuguese, English
these poems signify the purpose of life.
Demeter Edwards
by Kim Rodrigues |
Categories:
god, love, marriage,
MARRIED TO A SAILOR
Straight talk, he walks into her heart.
He speaks of submarines and such.
No one could keep their lips apart,
his handsome pair warm to the touch.
But being portuguese, blood boils,
and half corn beef and cabbage, too.
The love affair almost uncoils,
thus driving him and her askew.
Yet being stronger than the storm,
A ring of gold, encircles them,
and seeking God becomes the norm
Of duo gripping this - His hem.
With God impressed the love is sure,
and white redress to keep them pure.
6/17/2017
8 syllable sonnet in iambic pentameter
by Collin Lam |
Categories:
love, ocean,
At dusk I wait for you, have waited
like the whisper of flies that are lost
on land and I am clutching the rails.
The wind is stronger than I, but my feet,
scarily, are becoming fixed
against the cold, deep stars.
They are drinking and speaking Portuguese
below and it's beautiful heard on water,
but in a different way, kind of
like a tale told over and over again
in an ancient language, or tonight
where our silence tells well of the living.
I wait for you, and laugh
at the thought of Parmenides on the sea.
by Alkas Poetry |
Categories:
allusion, analogy, creation, funny, poetry, satire, tribute,
Jampa further than Paris
green enters the houses
Otherwise Miami needs
Jampa needs not say
love me, mi ami
PS Miami is similar to me ame , mi ami (love me) in portuguese,
it has the same sound... Paris is known as green city, Jampa
is further than green,,, JAMPA is the lovely name od JOÂO PESSOA
capital of the state of Paraiba Brasil.
https://youtu.be/Ra8IbQ7-vcc
Sivuca album, dead music maker born on the state pf Paraiba
in a towm called Itabaiana close to my town João Pessoa...
he lived in the USA played with Toots Tilerman, Paul Simon and so on...
Gere a complete album with his songs in portuguese.
by Alkas Poetry |
Categories:
allegory, allusion, inspiration, kiss, language, love, metaphor,
I'm looking for rare verse to cover my mouth, let my chest throb ... May it be flawless May It be absolute... Verse of chaste love ... It can be a smack it can be a kiss !
Busco um verso raro
desses que me faça
calar a boca...
Que faça palpitar
o péito...
Possa ele ser absoluto,
possa ele ser perfeito...
Verso de divinal amor,
pode ser só uma beijoca,
pode ser um grande beijo... !
by Pratap Roy |
Categories:
sad love,
It's a Portuguese word for yearning for family member;
uncertain whether they would return as winner or loser.
It's a deep emotional state of melancholic longing
for loved, who may or may not return to home that one talking.
History says, this word used first in 15th Century when
Portuguese ships sailed to overseas for trade routes with their men
or to establish overseas empire, sadness prevailed then
for those leaving sailors in their journey for the unknown centre.
Some never returned; those stayed back ashore suffered from feeling
of sadness, longing for the presence of those loved (sailors) men.
~x~