Fado

Fado
What do we do with Fado, this guitar sound and
guttural Portuguese voice that has a twang of
Arabia in its heart and is pure poesy.

Life, loss longing and the finality of death, is in
songs that celebrate love’s unbearable sweetness,
our tragedy and the unobtainable.

Yes, sing me a Fado, let me hear the guitar and
I will close my eyes float in a sea of melancholy
and remember you.

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Restless Heart

Restless Heart.

Moonless night is peace
Full moon and my poor heart aches
For the impossible
Let it be said with swiftness
I’m incurable romantic
When the moon hides
Behind clouds of indifference
Her absence hurts
But I will deny utterly
That I care about romance.
What I hate to see
Is an anemic moon at noon
Tells me off failures
I should have said I love you
But in a bar a girl smiled.

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Illusion

Illusion
Don´t mention the moon, but it looks
like a rocking chair made gold platted
by lovers restless hands and dreams.
Park benches soft as duvet when you
hold around her not trying to blow
cigarette smoke in her hair.
Moonlight has made her face forgiving,
you know she has been married twice
and has two grown up children.
Yet you love her tonight
while the moon paints her hair golden.

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New Mirror

New Mirror

My wife brought home a new big mirror
She wanted to see all of her glorious self.
I was happy with the old one that showed
my face, upper arms and chest.
This damned mirror makes me look like
a child’s drawing of a man, a rotund body,
matchstick arms and legs. My image took
offence walked away in disgust, left me
standing there in my elderliness, staring
into blank eternity.

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Within The Circle

Within the Circle
Around the burned down stable, near
the oak that was struck by lightning,
there is a silence within the stillness.
I can hear screams of stabled mules
running in circles trampling each other
into a bloody mass and falling beams.
Within the circle sheltered by whispering
leaves I can hear rattling of chains and
the forest afar sings of endless sorrow.
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From Face To Faith

From Face to Faith.

As, Christianity sinks into
ennui of middle class tosh
of an all forgiving god.

Zionists, claim their right
defend themselves against
the people they robbed.

Moslems zealots are busy
blowing each other up
and playing the victim.

Atheists are hateful of
those who believe in god,
call them deluded.

Good luck to you; may
your faith not blind you

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Equine and May

On the flatland was a field so green, had cute blue
flowers that tend to disappear in end of spring.
The pasture was framed by purple poppies and no
sheep around, those infernal eating machines that
graze meadows into wasteland.

Stood in the middle of this succulence,
the aroma was overwhelming.
I swooned.
Sank down on my knees buried my face in the moist
wondrousness and wished I were a stallion.

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Killing Field

Killing Field.

The mass grave of ivory hued sandstones,
each one of the same size and just the thing
as headstones, has been filled in.

Chocolate brown soil covers them and that’s
a pity, not touched by a stonemason’s hand
they will forever be nameless and lack soul.

Grass and weed will cover the soil sheep
will graze rabbits frolic, as the shepherd
smokes a cigarette and look at the blue sky.

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The Princess

Death of a Princess

Transparent, on top of a knoll
she stood the most famous woman
in the western world.

She tried to get down, could not
addicted to fame she had become.
Lightning struck, a torn newspaper
creation.

Ten million flowers sacrificed.

Her brother built her a shrine, in
the middle of a man-made lake,
pay the entrance fee and you just
might, on a clear day, see her shadow
walk on water.

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Sunsets

Sunset

Sun slowly falls
Tries as a hero in a western movie
Not to collapse
Drops of blood on white clouds
The sea is ready to embrace him

Ripples of delight
The sun sinks into her embrace
Soothing sea
Cold water on parched lips
Tomorrow the sun will stand guard

Give us daylight
Even when winter storm blows
When sea is irate
And they cannot meet till spring
When the she’ ready for love again.

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