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Victor Marques Aug 2023
Teria sempre água para todos beber,
Correria por paixão sem saber,
Seria rio, amor de bem querer,
Água cristalinas que todos podem ver.

Patinhos sem pressa molham suas penas,
Pedrinhas grandes e pequenas.
Areias desfeitas amedrontadas,
Queria ser rio de ninfas e fadas.

Teria mais cores laranja e verniz matizado ,
Seria rio sem inferno, nem pecado.
As águas seriam sempre serenas,
E seus afluentes açucenas.

Queria ser rio muito abrangente,
Sem causar inundações  de repente.
Queria ser flor e também semente,
Rio doce que ama sua gente.

Queria ter moinhos para trigo moer,
Rouxinóis ouvir ao amanhecer.
Adormecer na noite suavemente,
E acordar com sua corrente
Rio,agua,vida
Feathers of colours
Green, red and white
Like a bundle of flowers
I hold him in my hands
And he always feels cozy ...

At times  sits on my  head
And dances to the music
Heard...
Crooning his way all along
Expressing.....he is happy!!

When my face is dull
Changes his face to look sad
Pecking me with his tiny beaks
Makes me feel....he is there !!

It's a beauty to see him fly
But rarely is it's happening
He walks with his tiny legs
Preening at every step....

Beauty is his identity
While his claws sets his class
He is my feathery friend
My Rio......!!!
Felix Andlar Mar 2019
Bebe mis besos
como agua de río, brava,
que burbujea,
y espumea,
y de su corriente sos esclava.
Ven y bebe mis besos.
Gil Cardoso Feb 2019
Para quê passado?
Se já não é?

E o presente?
É quando?
Desde do momento em que é
Deixa de ser

E o futuro
Esse há-de existir
Mas nunca existe
Nem existiu

Dizem que o tempo
É como um rio
Come se o pudéssemos seguir

Se rio é
Flutuar tentamos
Mas sempre afogamos
Apenas temos pé
E o afogo demora anos

Nele imaginamos
A água que à de vir
Essa mais calma
Que não havemos de engolir

Que bom é o futuro
Pois ele nunca chega
Nunca aleija

O presente
Com violentos lábios nos beija

E o passado
Sabor a sangue e tormentas nos deixa
Escrito: 30/12/2018
S O P H I E Dec 2018
a bird ***** its wings in Rio and there is a tsunami in Tokyo.
there is a tsunami in Tokyo and your father takes your mother to bed, calls her beautiful, does not raise his voice at her, does not leave her alone in a ***** motel room. she unpacks her suitcases and never leaves Missouri.
you do not form in her womb and she stops screaming.
a tsunami occurs in Tokyo and you do not exist and there is a break in the violence of our bodies. you disintegrate before me and I melt back into the earth where I belong and you never stopped loving me.
we unbecome the casualty of our own flaws.
we were never here. we were never gone.
a bird becomes road **** in Rio and you crawl into the womb of your mother, you are the 7th of 7 and the cause of your mother's stress. there is no tsunami in Tokyo and your mother packs her suitcase and leaves for Texas, she unhappily marries your father and stays with him to the bitter end.
there is no tsunami in Tokyo and your mother dies of lung cancer, your father leaves you in may, does not kiss you goodbye, does not look back at you, you pack your stuff and he sends you away.
the birds in Rio do not sing, Tokyo bay does not roar to life.
you are here. you cannot leave.
i got the inspiration from another poem although i do not know who it's by or what its called. if you know comment down below
marscia Apr 2018
There are poems about you , which do not live,
its a sad kind of disguise
but they grew ,
developed body parts ,
bloomed like buds ,
and found their way straight through my summer plumed heart
to write about how it felt when your hands touched me ,
and your arms felt more soothing than the star blue bed I miss home back.
your thoughts are crabbed , creating the sallowness of fear .
the bitter sweet time we spent projects into my little dumb mind ,
then makes my tears like vinegar , or bitter blinking yellow missings .
with forever my lips curving in an arc .
coming of you was not so easy but you made me alive now.
T
Steady rain
soft bossa nova
in Rio.
JGuberman Sep 2016
The moon over Rio
is upside down for someone who's only
ever given it thought from New England,
so while in Rio
I hang myself upside down
like a perching fruit bat
before it goes on its nightly
raid of Senhora de Andrade's hummingbird feeder.

I hang myself upside down
to see the moon as I'm used to it
and the blood flows to my head
accompanied by Gal Costa
and I right myself
return to  my senses
and hope that the local kilo restaurant
is still serving, otherwise
it's hummingbird nectar tonight.
Só Louco is a song sung by Gal Costa and means "just crazy".
Aaron LaLux Sep 2016
Rio Olympics

No more fun and games,
Olympics in Rio,
to get ready for the games,
they cleared out the barrios,

where does tomorrow go,
once it’s gone,
from expectation to memory,
along with the setting sun,

Son,
you don’t know me,
allow me to introduce myself,
I’m Aaron Lux I’m a writer,
and I believe knowledge is wealth,

stealth lover yes,
not a stealth fighter jet,
because if you ask me how we can stop ISIS,
I’ll say let’s release the Happy Mist,

they’ll just call it Happy Clouds,

serious as a heart attack with  Cirrus clouds of Happy Mist,

or better yet,
Nimbus clouds,
and citrus sounds,
our reigns begun,
this is a flood not trickle down,

no more fun and games,
Olympics in Rio
to get ready for the games,
they cleared out the barrios,

where does tomorrow go,
once it’s gone,
from expectation to memory,
along with the setting sun,

and speaking of sun,
we are live at the Apollo,
like the Greek God of the same name,
trying to fill all theses hearts we meet that are hollow,

hello,
do you want something to believe in,
well how about world peace,
for the people and the planet that we live on,

honestly,

and that is why when I see war,
I don’t think the only way to stop it is violence,
because if you fight fire with fire then you’ll burn the whole world down,
and I’m an eager volunteer fire fighter that’s first in and a final finalist,

where is the Happy Mist,
let’s cover the gun smoke with love soak,
let’s saturate the masses maybe then they won’t be so classless,
and let’s write down this idea before we forget it in our deep pocketbook…

∆ Aaron LA Lux ∆
Brazil For Real... Let The Games Begin...
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