carteiro-silva - Hello Poetry

It's ok if my look represents nothing, I hope it's not too late, when you realize that it's for you

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC

carteiro-silva

My look

It's ok if my look represents nothing, I hope it's not too late, when you realize that it's for you

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We listen to it... We think... We dream about it... We search, we choose the words... We write and use it in many ways... flying trough our imagination, we learn... Something that we share, and bring us together for many reasons... Something for today, tomorrow and always... I call it poetry.

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Nov 27, 2016

Nov 27, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC

carteiro-silva

Poesia,

We listen to it... We think... We dream about it... We search, we choose the words... We write and use it in many ways... flying trough our imagination, we learn... Something that we share, and bring us together for many reasons... Something for today, tomorrow and always... I call it poetry.

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Where has gone the lands we knew? Of waving grass and glistening dew All fallen to the housing plan Devised by an educated city man Educated!!!! Those once green green fields and woodland tracts Have succumbed to bulldozer blades and felling axe No more the places where as kids we played On those beautiful sunlit days Now landfill sites and city dumps Cover the places where we once ate a picnic lunch Gone are the fields and woodland glades Where we once spent our sun filled days

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carteiro-silva

Nov 24, 2016

Nov 24, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC

joe-cole

For Those Of My Generation

Where has gone the lands we knew? Of waving grass and glistening dew All fallen to the housing plan Devised by an educated city man Educated!!!! Those once green green fields and woodland tracts Have succumbed to bulldozer blades and felling axe No more the places where as kids we played On those beautiful sunlit days Now landfill sites and city dumps Cover the places where we once ate a picnic lunch Gone are the fields and woodland glades Where we once spent our sun filled days

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Traveling in the last hours of darkness Down this long and dusty road Looking up I see the moon so full On her journey through the night I want to leave my earth bound life And on her take a ride For she is traveling westward And would take me to your side I continue on my lonely way The sound of road noise in my ears But if I could ride upon that golden orb It would wipe away the years To ride the road of the milky way To your side where I belong No radio or CD playing Just the sound of angels songs Is it just a dream I'm dreaming Or could it become reality To be with you my own sweet love Just us, just you, just me

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carteiro-silva

Feb 11, 2015

Feb 11, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC

joe-cole

**Ride The Moon**

Traveling in the last hours of darkness Down this long and dusty road Looking up I see the moon so full On her journey through the night I want to leave my earth bound life And on her take a ride For she is traveling westward And would take me to your side I continue on my lonely way The sound of road noise in my ears But if I could ride upon that golden orb It would wipe away the years To ride the road of the milky way To your side where I belong No radio or CD playing Just the sound of angels songs Is it just a dream I'm dreaming Or could it become reality To be with you my own sweet love Just us, just you, just me

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What happens? And why? Why is the world turned so loud ... Do we forget what we learned? We don't know what we are doing... Where we stand and what to believe... We are not sure where we are going this days... We are talking at the same time... We don't listen to each other... And when we listen, we don't understand... We chase things that we don't need... We search for differences that shouldn't exist... We are so careless and selfish... In this days we have no shame... Calm down, breathe... Go back to who we truly are... The world is beautiful and big enough for every one of us!

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Feb 4, 2015

Feb 4, 2015 at 12:03 PM UTC

carteiro-silva

Selfish

What happens? And why? Why is the world turned so loud ... Do we forget what we learned? We don't know what we are doing... Where we stand and what to believe... We are not sure where we are going this days... We are talking at the same time... We don't listen to each other... And when we listen, we don't understand... We chase things that we don't need... We search for differences that shouldn't exist... We are so careless and selfish... In this days we have no shame... Calm down, breathe... Go back to who we truly are... The world is beautiful and big enough for every one of us!

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When you're gone... Silence can be louder... The winter days are much longer, And it feels colder than ever before... When you're gone... Sleep is no longer natural cause... No thoughts, no ideas to right it about... When you're gone... Only a empty mind remains.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC

carteiro-silva

When you're gone!

When you're gone... Silence can be louder... The winter days are much longer, And it feels colder than ever before... When you're gone... Sleep is no longer natural cause... No thoughts, no ideas to right it about... When you're gone... Only a empty mind remains.

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Something I always do in Summer Is just sit beneath my tree Yes, my tree Why? Because it's about a 3 kilometer walk along a deer path Anyway sit under that spruce with its shade giving branches And you enter another world The heady aroma of pine resin fills the air Squirrels chatter in contentment over my head I watch insects unknown to me Walk the aerial ways Ants in synchronized dance The bark cracks do invade Even in a gentle rain Mollie and I can share this space Just sit and crack open another beer And live for another day No noise but natures noise No rancid petrol or diesel fumes Just the smell of mole turned soil The sound of natures tunes You know I love to sit in these lonely places Mollie at my feet Sit here with a pen and pad In this special place where I and nature meet I come here to sit and write sometimes just to think But all to often when I leave The pad is shy of ink You see most of the time I'm quite content To sit in filtered sun Most of all I'm so elated When I join with nature When nature and I merge as one

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carteiro-silva

Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC

joe-cole

When Summer Comes

Something I always do in Summer Is just sit beneath my tree Yes, my tree Why? Because it's about a 3 kilometer walk along a deer path Anyway sit under that spruce with its shade giving branches And you enter another world The heady aroma of pine resin fills the air Squirrels chatter in contentment over my head I watch insects unknown to me Walk the aerial ways Ants in synchronized dance The bark cracks do invade Even in a gentle rain Mollie and I can share this space Just sit and crack open another beer And live for another day No noise but natures noise No rancid petrol or diesel fumes Just the smell of mole turned soil The sound of natures tunes You know I love to sit in these lonely places Mollie at my feet Sit here with a pen and pad In this special place where I and nature meet I come here to sit and write sometimes just to think But all to often when I leave The pad is shy of ink You see most of the time I'm quite content To sit in filtered sun Most of all I'm so elated When I join with nature When nature and I merge as one

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We make mistakes, all the time ... And this is what we do... Sometimes good thing happens out those Mistakes... Sometimes we make the wrong choices, To get to the right places ... We are humans!

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Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC

carteiro-silva

We...

We make mistakes, all the time ... And this is what we do... Sometimes good thing happens out those Mistakes... Sometimes we make the wrong choices, To get to the right places ... We are humans!

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I'm no Knight nor Lord nor Peer I have no fancy name I am just me Untitled I have no stately homes No manicured acres do I own But I'm happy You see I have my crystal streams I have my southern hills My rugged cliff top paths The white capped foaming seas I have the howling winds The gentle breeze of spring The sweet perfume of wild flowers in the air And natures orchestral sounds A tent to call my home So many paths to roam I'm glad that I'm UNTITLED

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carteiro-silva

Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 6:43 AM UTC

joe-cole

UNTITLED

I'm no Knight nor Lord nor Peer I have no fancy name I am just me Untitled I have no stately homes No manicured acres do I own But I'm happy You see I have my crystal streams I have my southern hills My rugged cliff top paths The white capped foaming seas I have the howling winds The gentle breeze of spring The sweet perfume of wild flowers in the air And natures orchestral sounds A tent to call my home So many paths to roam I'm glad that I'm UNTITLED

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Some are bathing in money Some can't bathe at all. Some are given a head start Some are forced to crawl. Some have their own maids Some live on the street. Some have personal chefs and some can't eat. Some sleep in their beds Some sleep in the snow. Some are rising to the top Some are stuck below. Some work hard and make millions Some work hard and make none. Some have so many options and some wish for just one. Divide and conquer? No, divide and fall. Try giving, not taking There's enough for us all.

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carteiro-silva

Feb 2, 2015

Feb 2, 2015 at 4:24 AM UTC

breanna-stockham

Divide and Fall

Some are bathing in money Some can't bathe at all. Some are given a head start Some are forced to crawl. Some have their own maids Some live on the street. Some have personal chefs and some can't eat. Some sleep in their beds Some sleep in the snow. Some are rising to the top Some are stuck below. Some work hard and make millions Some work hard and make none. Some have so many options and some wish for just one. Divide and conquer? No, divide and fall. Try giving, not taking There's enough for us all.

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