"cabral" poems
Que grande a geração, a de Camões,
Saia de Belém, num pranto oral...
Dizia adeus a grandes multidões!
Olhava o horizonte pequeno Portugal
Traçado o rumo do futuro,
Passado o mar forte e indeciso,
Pegava no leme, firme e duro,
Sem dor, frio ou bramido.
As ninfas, rodeavam o leme,
O Sol, queimava a proa do navio,
O capitão nada teme
Naquele mar, escuro e bravio...
Victor Marques e Atavio Nelson
Chegamos a outros pontos,
Do globo esférico, sem saber!
Que hoje são contos,
Que ainda temos de ler.
Desde Ourique, Calado e Cala trava
Com turbantes brancos reluzentes
Os portugueses lutaram com palavra
Com alegria mostravam seus dentes.
Correram os desertos, tão estéreis
Na defesa de um Santo Universal
Pela cruz combateram infiéis
Dentro e fora de Portugal.
Oh.Isabel que suaves eram tuas flores!
Que rosas encarnadas pueris
Que as músicas sejam cantadas para seus amores
Prendes-te por milagre o teu Diniz.
OH Coimbra.que tiranas do fadário
Oh Sé velha, cheia de segredos
Que encantos lá havia do Hilário
Ainda hoje escritos nos penedos...
Santa Clara, no alto...que te vê clarissa
Jovem, esbelta coimbrã!
Foste, cedo freira e noviça.
Salva-me deste fado, minha irmã!
Olá Marquez, és do Pombal
Traidor, usurpador, ladrão.
NO ódio foste genial.
E TUDO, tudo metia no gibão.
Malandro, enganas-te o teu Rei
Iludiste-o, meu falso...e mandas-te
O Távora, inocente para o cadafalso
Maldito sejas!
Isso não foi Portugal...mas foi
No norte, que uma mulher
Forte, com seios apertados
E espada no dentes bem cerrados
Em serpente e com sua gente
Em zip filas genial
Firme.destinada
Deu a vida mas
Acabou com o Cabral
Sim ali, no monte
Naquele lugar Maria da Fonte
Só com gente destemida, como eu !
Tal como o Lusitano no Gerez
Esta pátria com um plebeu
Concebeu o Tavares com um grande
PORTUGUÊS
Victor Marques
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 10:27 PM UTC
Canção Do Verbo Encarnado
***
Minha geração foi assim,
começou pelo quando
e acabou pelo fim.
O amor escorreu pelos cantos
e quando cantamos
a canção do amor armado,
Thiago de Melo estava em Berlim
mergulhado no verde dos olhos
da alemãzinha da ACNUR ,
nossa orquestra saiu de cena
e nossa guerra de guerrilhas
acabou no maior calor...
O suor que expelia seu odor
era o suor frio dos tiranos
nos porões mórbidos da ditadura
executando nossos irmãos.
O ar jazia cheio de sangue
e nós estávamos congelados
nas câmaras de gás dos IMLs.
Vínhamos de todos os lados,
desde os vales profundos do Ribeira,
das chapadas mais íngremes do Araguaia
ou dos guetos subumanos da urbe.
Éramos nós o odor de fumaça
que agredia as narinas alheias
com a catinga de carne queimada.
Éramos nós o encanto das canções de protesto
cantadas na avenida com euforia
para engendrar os projetos do futuro,
como somos nós os ignorados da história,
os estranhos os comícios,
a cadeira vazia das reuniões oficiais,
pois somos nós que chegamos e partimos
sem ninguém saber quem somos
e que vamos lá adiante,
distantes da balburdia alienante
e quando vós menos esperais
somos nós que nos imolamos
às vossas portas
contra a apatia com que nos matais.
Como todos vós podeis ver,
a minha geração é assim:
começa pelo quando
e acaba pelo fim,
mas não fica à toa na vida
pro seu amor lhe chamar
e ver a banda passar
tocando coisas de amor...
***
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
CORDEL TROVADO
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Antonio Cabral Filho - Rj
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Meu bisavô João Cabral
Padrasto do meu avô,
Não sabe quanto é legal
Me orgulhar de quem eu sou.
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Meu avô “ José Cabral “
É José Pedro da Silva,
Mas acabou como tal
Pelas graças da mãe diva.
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Meu pai honra meu avô,
São CABRAIS de alto renome.
Seus legados dão valor
A quem tem Cabral no nome.
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ANTONIO CABRAL DA SILVA,
Que no Cavaco dedilha,
Espero que a lira sirva
De base na redondilha.
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ANTONIO CABRAL é homem,
Pois homem tem que ser homem.
Quem não tem verve de ANTONIO,
Tire o Cabral do seu nome.
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Sou ANTONIO CABRAL FILHO,
Que em vossa presença emigra;
Do pinto que não quer milho
João Cabral que lho diga.
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Sei que não fez porque qui-lo,
Mas o Antonio Cabral,
Assim, solteiro, sem FILHO,
Não sou eu nem o LEGAL.
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Todo CABRAL é parente,
Com raízes além mar,
Tem cara de boa gente,
Mas é bom não descuidar...
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Antonio fui batizado
Por glória da devoção,
Mas CABRAL é meu legado
Pela pura tradição.
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Aquele que nasce ANTONIO
Não se dobra pelo cobre,
Pois vem de filão idôneo
E tem espírito nobre.
***
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:43 PM UTC
Diaz
Diaz was from Portugal, his first Bartholomew
In 1487, rounded Good Hope, bid adieu
For going on to India was for Da Gama's crew
King Manuel sent 13 ships with Diaz and Cabral
And April 22, 1500 claimed Brazil
Half the fleet, when on return, in Jones' locker laid
But the six remaining, spice-filled ships for the voyage paid
Da Gama
Da Gama, he was Portuguese
For Indian Ocean trade
He sailed four ships, if you please
With Indian guidance for aid
1497 is when Vasco hit the sea
And sailing 'round the Cape of Good Hope, quickly found that he
Would require some assistance from a local native guide
Together crossing Arab sea and in Calicut ending ride
But though Da Gama and the Indians didn't hit it off
He still returned to Lisbon toting spices and their cloth
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:51 AM UTC
Viva our Anarchist, viva our Revolutionaries
those magnificent dudes in their underwhelming cabral
with shining mad grins showing unwashed brown teeth
they devised another supernova anarchical dastard deed
Here comrade
we anchor his neighbour to his parked car outside
remember the neighbour is same national as the Mata Hari girl
we make the neighbour engage him about the car
just casual enquires and info about the car and knowing a possible
buyer for the car
off course there's no buyer
all this is just the anchoring bit
Then
We steal the car,yes we steal the ****** car
No one's gonna talk, we have them all in our pockets
we already told them he's loaded and a parasite
a leech bleeding us the working classes
everybody hates him, there are all on our side
Bingo.......!
He's gonna go spare, that will do his ****** head in
he's gonna think neighbour has something to do with the theft
he gonna hate that neighbour, he may even go confront him
but not only that, he's also gonna hate the Mata hari girl
because neighbour and Mata hari come from the same country
so that's his love life ruined and no friend for our man
Isolation quickens mental breakdown plus all the grief and stress
Ahh....is that devious or what ........
we're not anarchist for nothing
we create emotional hurt and pain for the man
we give him grief and stress, we frustrate the ******
we foil his plan to go meet the Mata hari gal
it's all suffering and depression all the way......
( But we know he's not meeting the Mata Hari girl,
we know there's nothing going on in that end )
( Yes, we know that, silly, but the punters we are using
as gang stalking perpetrators, don't know that)
(Keep up with things, we manipulate them and all the other
foot soldiers with lies, delusions, distortions and make them all think, they are controlling the man, do you want further training
we are rogues and con-artists, that's what we do, silly!)
Our intrepid leftist Anarchist have foiled a non-event again
The used and manipulated crowds are all smiling in satisfaction
A car has been stolen with community approval, another Tax they say.
The man has not hated or blamed his neighbour he is not an emotionally immature or unintelligent fool
the man has not anchored any of this to Mata Hari, who is also
just a pawn as are all the other contributors to this saga
This is how the Anarchist Leftist divide people and infect communities with Hate, division, unrest and ill wills all round
This is the politics of Hate and Division
This is how things roll in Modern britain today......!
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 2:23 PM UTC
Our Cabral of oiks, hicks, chavs, criminals and Unions of Imbeciles
them professional bullies who gather Momentum with lies
and are conceived in hate as love in hovels do not exist
and pennies do not fall from heaven every mouth is a worry
and the coal mines are closing down and education is one less wage
decides that the Louis the fourteen, with a black face is the enemy
for that sunshine king just shines two ****** much
and his opulence and wealth was food from Scotch Jimmy's mouth
so as one does when soots are even richer than the Chimney-sweep
and live in castle full of earned treasures from the troves of Ivories
the die is cast and we call in the gang for majority rules in Hades
and Chalky and Wally and all chavs and 'Am I bovvereds' unite
that Sun King Soot is human no more, this is revolution as in war
the ******** have taken over and heaven help any traitors.
and I yawned and laughed
and laughed again and again
first world problems of snowflakes
hahaha hahaha hahaha....hahaha
they say your Leader ain't fit to rule
they say you hate the jews but why so
Aneurin Bevan and Kerr Hardy are turning in their graves
this wasn't about thugs, Hooligans and Criminals ruling
This was about the rights of decent hard working people
not thieves and charlatans using our party to get laid and
harass and terrorize decent honest hardworking citizen
Jul 10, 2019
Jul 10, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
In your depreciating Cabral of the putrid collectives
where the poisonous oxygen sears your hackneyed minds
and the history of your undesirable stations colors your visions
painting thoughts in rediffusions of psychopathy tuning whimsical
casting the agitations and hysterics of your fractious diseased sights
Know this for nothing, he who dared show your malignancy
In stance laissez-faire, you erupted unfair troubles, chaos, strife
spurred by knaves, armoured by the green-eyed monster and deceit
boiling with historical wounds, none of my doing or from my habitat
In devious lying tongues you rout my knoll, my name, my heart et al
Now, know this, hate a'fore unknown to me, but not any more
despise will not do, detest and arbor not enough, loathe still not near
a man of peace I trouble you not but in raging madness you pillaged
You paid an army, you conned a town for the bravest it overwhelmed
Now you post your wenches and sell a fable of teasing and confusing
From this heart I do declare, this man can never turn in gay
but no ***** regardless fair or fetching who in your game, I see
that ceaseless passions burns and holds nowt but abominations for all
nurse my soul for pitiless, cruel wicked and witless snakes is too far
say what you may, pen what you will, I see you and all in contempt
I know of time and I know of age and I have known pleasures
but now I also know what hate can do and how evil blackens hearts
save your time and use your cancerous energy elsewhere as you do
to hold I want to share passions with your vacuous wenches untrue
Me see no beauty no more, only mindless effigies and sadist puppets in slime
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC