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D A Do Fleming Nov 2010
O choque congestiona o fluxo sanguíneo.
A cabeça erguida entra em declínio.
As pernas tremem de não aguentar o peso.
O mundo desaba todo e o deixa preso.

Nos olhos já se observa o desatino.
A face rubra paralisa sem destino.
A boca seca torna-o surpreso
e o ombro, de pronto, deixa de ser teso.

Escorre pela cara lágrima salgada
com o gosto do destrato da mulher amada
que desce ríspida à travada glote.

Como um antídoto à honra humilhada,
retorna do estômago feito cusparada
e o faz erguer em busca do que o esgote
Joe Cole May 2014
There has to be a common bond that joins us all as one
That is the poetic glue that forms the common bond
I think of names that stand out proud here  on this fine site
The names who write the words to be read into the night
Sverre,  Billy, the Petal Pie to mention but a few
And lets not forget the lovely Sye
One of our poets new
So many contribute to make this site what it is
So many words do cross the world
To make our poetry live
I applaud you all, mediocre or poets of note
The good who offer wisdom here where so few do ever glote
Never stop the flowing words my friends, never stop the flow
Your fine words can take us
To places where so few will ever go

I dedicate this to every member of Hello Poetry

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