"janeiro" poems
The splendour of glory,
Stretched beauty
Across the universe
That none could reverse.
Naturally occuring lights that leave any human mind in awe,
They're called auroras;that's not all..
Big is beautiful!when you take a look at these huge sights of divinity,
So gigantic they look like they've existed for infinity,
Located in Asia is the mount Everest,
King of the forest.
And in America;the Grand Canyon,
So grand I'd spell it in lights of neon.
The great barrier reef found in the Coral sea of Australias north eastern coast is so beautiful,
Naturally created by living organisms,its so beyond cool
More like the view of the Rio De Janeiro Harbour,
Another great sight to remember.
Talk of the beautiful,ever flowing and rainbowed Victoria falls,
How to fully describe it,only God knows,
Its location has brought its proud owners Zambia and Zimbabwe to unification,
Indeed its a great destination.
Sometimes flamey and always beautiful is the Paricutin a cinder cone volcano,
Located in Mexico.
As beautiful as they all are,
You're a better star
In the eyes of our creator.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
*"So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."*
Shall I compare thee...
...to the Iguazú Falls River, where legend serves that a serpent; Boi, demanded a sacrifice each year of a young female, and the day two lovers; Tarobá and his beautiful maid Naipí, took to escape, and in revenge of such an act, Boi exuded such anger that he parted the river, thus forming the Iguazú Falls, splitting the river and condemning to two lovers to the falls.
or
...to Cristo Redentor; Christ the Redeemer, the Art Deco statue, protecting and looking over the city of Rio de Janeiro, to whom in all its glory cannot escape the force of nature, struck by lightning, causing damage irreplaceable.
or
…to The Hanging Gardens of Babylon, hundreds of metres into the sky, a place that to this day is unknown, myth being that King Nebuchadnezzar recreated the homeland of his precious wife Amyitis, who was deeply depressed and homesick, allowing her to find comfort and happiness.
or
…the Taj Mahal, of Pradesh, constructed using marble by the emperor Shah Jahan, in loving memory of his third wife; Mumtaz Mahal, the jewel of Muslim art, a calligraphy written Great Gate reading; "O Soul, thou art at rest. Return to the Lord at peace with Him, and He at peace with you.
or
…the Temple of Artemis; Istambul, on sacred land in honour of the Greek goddess Artemis, the most apotheosized of Greek deities, the supposed daughter of Zeus and Leto, the temple also known as Diana, one of the goddesses who vouched never to marry; alongside Minerva and Vesta.
or
… the Mausoleum at Halicarnassus, of the Persian Empire, whereby Mausolus ornamented four sculptures created in relief for his wife (and also his sister); Artemisia II of Caria, generating an above ground tomb that would become to be listed as one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World.
But of all,
I compare thee to the Goddess of Love, Beauty and Sexuality; Aphrodite
arising from the sea, floating ashore on a shell;
Venus rising from the sea,
a lover of many,
later depicted as a painting of the Birth of Venus,
by the sufferer of unrequited love; Botticelli,
using his muse Simonetta Vespucci as a model.
© Sia Jane
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
She was independence
An importance
Born
Mostly from the highland
Her climate exceeds on the equator
Beauty beyond the Amazon Basin
Which no one can resist
A woman whom I loved
In the tropical rain forrest
Arousing so abundantly
Her sources superlative
But largely unexploited
An ethnic mixture
The vitality of her arts
Owes so much
The Samba we showcase
Thriving with crafty influence
Her language craving
To charm my heart
As time expired
A woman with cultural succession
Leaving her
But feeling breathless
My lady Brasilia
As I depart
From the lovely beaches
Of Rio de Janeiro
Her remembrance
Carving our Samba love
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 10:13 PM UTC
Sunday Morning blues
RIO DE JANEIRO all nights or LAS VEGAS nightlife
After two-three glasses of twisted Ice lemon
Or was it an Alabama Slammer which cut like a knife
My days and nights felt like a freight train ride
And that no lie!
I remember the Cuban Bulldog who bite me
three years ago, in Kissimmee;
which left me more than a little weak
those feisty drinks
Or was it that wicked, wacky Long Island Ice coffee
Which almost has done me in?
After, watching a news clips of Momar Kadafi
or was it an episode of Friends
Luckily, for me I met my sweet Marlin Brando
And it was hallelujah and amen in Key Largo
So many bartenders, so many smokes filled rooms
So, once again here I am nursing
Another Sunday mornings blues.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
He gave me a ring
With its facets glazed and cracked
Insisting it was once his great-grandmother's
She who
In rot-edged vintage photos
Wore a mink stole and flapper beads.
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She pulls at seams
Takes up and brings down hems,
The stole pushed to the back
Of a web festooned attic
In a steamer trunk slapped with decals:
Moscow
Austria
Monte Carlo
Rio de Janeiro.
On cold days she wears it again
Dancing to old melodies on rough boards
And when she hears the front door slam
It's made to disappear in haste,
Her engagement ring clacking
Against the trunks flip locks.
That night as she makes biscuits
For her breadwinner she sees
The crack, the chip
Through a glaze of milked flour.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
S. João Bosco
Percorrias caminhos sem botas até Turim,
Amavas a Deus, mas caminhavas assim.
A tua ternura é infinita,
Em mangas de camisa na terra bendita.
Jovens desprotegidos e sem ninguém,
Entraram no convento do bem.
Profecias e muita fé,
Puseram catedrais de pé.
Comemora o nascimento dia 31 de Janeiro,
Louvo S. João Bosco, o Santo Milagreiro,
Salesianos com amor, humildade.
Ajudam os jovens com verdade.
Anjos cantam melodias afinadas,
Sua obra nunca terá fim,
Ofereço um grande Jasmim,
Ao Santo das caminhadas.
Victor Marques
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 1:15 PM UTC
Geografia I
Quando a Vila Jaiara era do mundo
O centro vital; se mais longe houvesse,
Lá chegara, aos saltos, de susto tomado
Em mim mesmo; silente rezava o missal.
Corria pelos campos – a savana, cerrado.
O medo do sistema heliocêntrico
Ainda não perdera: o medo de ser
Só. Eu vivia com meus irmãos e irmãs –
Éramos uma centena de bichinhos
Em torno de nossa mãe adotada,
A quem chamávamos de Senhora.
E em torno dela, tudo girava, girava...
Os grandes mandavam-nos, sorrateiros,
Andar pelo cerrado em busca de tudo:
Gabirobas, cajuzinhos, goiabas ...
Na Vila Jaiara havia tanta coisa mais.
A casa de Helena; de deuses onde doces.
Que à caminhada tornava clara para nós.
Centro luminoso em que a ceia do Senhor.
Não havia São Paulo ou Rio de Janeiro –
No máximo: Belo Horizonte, Araxá
Povoavam nossos sonhos.
E talvez Ouro Preto e Divinópolis –
Onde Dora reinava...
- Goiânia, São Petersburgo e Tegucigalpa – só no Atlas.
Anápolis era outra estória: a cidade, o comércio longe demais...
Ali na Jaiara estava o centro de tudo
e no centro de tudo o amor:
Laíde Epifânia me nomeara “Maninho”.
Naquele tempo, na nossa vila, não passava um rio.
Mas havia a fábrica de tecidos, onde Jorge –
Noivo de minha irmã – tecia a união e afeto
E me ensinava a andar de bicicleta.
Do Vietnã, só soube no ginásio.
./.
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
La ciudad imita en cartón, una ciudad de pórfido.Caravanas de montañas acampan en los alrededores.El "Pan de Azúcar" basta para almibarar toda la bahía...
El "Pan de Azúcar" y su alambre carril, que perderá el equilibrio por no usar una sombrilla de papel.
Con sus caras pintarrajeadas, los edificios saltan unos encima de otros y cuando están arriba, ponen el lomo, para que las palmeras les den un golpe de plumero en la azotea.El sol ablanda el asfalto y las nalgas de las mujeres, madura las peras de la electricidad, sufre un crepúsculo, en los botones de ópalo que los hombres usan hasta para abrocharse la bragueta.¡Siete veces al día, se riegan las calles con agua de jazmín!
Hay viejos árboles pederastas, florecidos en rosas té; y viejos árboles que se tragan los chicos que juegan al arco en los paseos. Frutas que al caer hacen un huraco enorme en la vereda; negros que tienen cutis de tabaco, las palmas de las manos hechas de coral, y sonrisas desfachatadas de sandía.Sólo por cuatrocientos mil reis se toma un café, que perfuma todo un barrio de la ciudad durante diez minutos.
1.4k
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*Enchantment under the sea
noted places that used to be
Someone turned on the tap
now every couple years
the kids must learn
a new map
So wholly and completely
was the ice caps evaporation
these cities current address
is at the bottom of the ocean
with Atlantis:
There's London
Lisbon
Venice
and Dublin
There's Singapore
Sydney
Montreal
and Tripoli
There's New Orleans
Rio de Janeiro
Cape Town
and Cairo
Don't live in fear, children
but bring your scuba gear
Can't stop the melting spree
we all surrender to the sea*
~
Sep 5, 2023
Sep 5, 2023 at 12:44 PM UTC
Miki Féher
Olho para o céu do Deus Infinito,
Sorriso do menino com amor.
Povo magiar e vermelha dor,
Povos sem raça e com a mesma cor.
Miki Féher este foi o teu grito…
Sucumbiste for força dum apito,
Deixaste o mundo sofredor.
Tua juventude terna e grata,
Sem ouro nem prata.
Nosso Deus não maltrata,
Empolgaste multidões,
Para sempre em nossos corações…
O nosso Deus te dá sossego no paraíso,
Pois para se tornar a viver, morrer é preciso!
O Benfica canta teu sublime fado,
Pois o destino estava traçado.
Cordiais Cumprimentos
Victor Marques
28 de Janeiro 2004
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 8:06 AM UTC
Quando me levanto e olho da minha janela,
Agradecendo a vida e o amor que tenho por ela.
As encostas por trabalhadores durienses foram esculpidas,
E suas memorias nunca esquecidas ....
Agradecendo as geadas que gelam nosso olhar
Vides que esperam uma Primavera,
Nevoeiros que esfumaçam na nossa terra,
Pastores que pernoitam com o brilho do luar...
Lagartos que hibernam sempre no Inverno,
Noites longas que nos deixam monótonos e tristonhos,
Agradecendo o amor que parece eterno,
Vivendo segundo a lei dos nossos sonhos...
O Sol espreita por vezes de soslaio e sorrateiro,
Agradecendo as noite frias em Janeiro,
O céu fica limpo e pronto para ser contemplado,
E eu fico meio embasbacado ...
Victor Marques
Jan 11, 2017
Jan 11, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
**** me senseless
**** me vicariously
**** me to feel good about yourself
And **** me so I can forget about me
**** me until I break
Until I forget what I should remember
About lies and tries
August, bathtub, September
Let your sweat cascade between my fingers
As my webs scoop the excess
Moan and move with me
And let's be a beautiful mess
Or we can be ugly
**** me until I hurt
**** me until you squirt
**** me like you want to stay
**** me like you never want to go away
You can **** me because you're sad
Or you can **** me because we're in love
/are you okay?/
//i'm fine. i'm always fine when i'm with you.//
/please stay/
//i wish i could stay forever but i'll be back as soon as i can//
/i wish things were easier/
//josh, i can't wait until we can be together every day, for the rest of our lives//
**** this hurts/
//i love you//
/and i love you, kori/
//josh, when did you know that you loved me?//
/when did i know?/
//yes//
/i guess i knew that i loved you whenever i thought about what my life would be like without you, and felt nothing but fear and emptiness/
//oh, baby... make sure you kiss me before i go, and the second i come back//
/of course/
//you can kiss me every other moment, if you wish//
/i intend to/
Laying in a bathtub, September slavery
Roses on my wrists, y'know
What you do to me
Silver streaks in your hair
Silver steaks everywhere
Coconut groves and stares,
Eyes spinning out of control
If there was God, then Adam and Eve
Essence before existence
Diamond smiles and river-bred humans
With cracked nails and cracked personas
Gravitas
Silver, Lime, Dead Cells
Have a rib
Clear water, but I don't drink
Clarity in thought, but I can't think
Tell, t-tell me what you did
Youngstown, Palo Alto, Rio De Janeiro
If I can't find you here, then where are you?
Are you
Here?
Or
There?
No, I'm wherever you want me to be but it's not so simple.
Fuchsia nights
Don't
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
"From Rio de Janeiro in Brazil
To Johannesburg in South Africa
From Bombay in India
To New York in the US"
Souls fight faith
In mortal combat
As endlessly the Bible wars horn
Disposed to Earth from the window of Paradise
Allienless daily ****** battle of true Belief
To conquer and to dominate
Seven Seas and Seven Mountains
Which out of Nature emerged to reality
Souls fight faith
But the surrounding beauty
As the wind from beneath this green planet does blow
Breeze of love
Into my mind
I feel weightless
That the breeze that does blow can travel me
To any soil of any faith to dwell in peace
Do I stand as a Warrior of any Power
In mortal combat?
Calling with pitchless voice to devour
From Four Divisions
To Origin
Where reality from a Star
Brought me to keep my first feet
Breath my first air and say first word.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
Feliz festa de São Valentim, queridos amigos
É dia de cuidar uns dos outros
E onde devemos dar as mãos
A amizade importa, o amor importa
A familia importa, as boas maneiras são importantes
E as flores também importam, irmãos e irmãs
Não fique muito zangado
Porque o céu não é azul
Vamos aproveitar o orvalho da manhã
Não fique tão triste
Vamos aproveitar o tempo frio e soalheiro
Há neve aqui e ali, mas mesmo ali ao virar da esquina
É primavera com ar fresco e um ramo de flores
A amizade importa, o amor importa
Há faíscas de fogo de amor no ar
Vamos aproveitar a época de amor, paz e cuidado
É tempo de caminhar felizes de mãos dadas
Juntos caminharemos, juntos nos ergueremos.
P.S. Tradução de “Joyous St. Valentine’s Day” de Hébert Logerie.
P.S. Este poema é dedicado a todos os amantes do mundo.
Copyright © Janeiro 2025, Hébert Logerie, Todos os direitos reservados.
Hébert Logerie é autor de várias coletâneas de poemas.
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:03 PM UTC
Durante os dias mais frios do poderoso inverno
Pense numa primavera doce e sonhe com um verão ameno
Durante as horas mais duras da noite de inverno
Pense em flores e sonhe com uma luz solar mavioso.
A estação chega, fica um tempo e depois foge
A vida passa por um acontecimento circular como a abelha
Como os raios da lua a dançar à volta da Mãe Terra
Para a encantar, abrace-a e beije-a até à morte.
No meio do inverno profundo, pense numa primavera divina
E sonhos de dias de verão brilhantes e sensuais
Nunca se sinta desesperado e pessimista em relação a nada.
Há sempre dias melhores e noites gloriosas pela frente
Mantenha-se positivo e resiliente enquanto a sua cabeça estiver presente
Pense bem e sonhe com raios de sol mais quentes.
P.S. Tradução de: Thinking of Divine Spring in Portuguese.
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Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
pedaços de sujeira enfiados embaixo das unhas
sobre um vento quente passado metade de janeiro.
e os olhos ardidos observando com toda calma
a tela branca acinzentada e retangular.
narizes que coçam em momentos impróprios
e cães que aguardam pacientemente
mãos de pele em seus pelos sujos de poeira.
os pelos da coxa pintados de loiro falsificado
brilham na luz do abajur como purpurina no carnaval de Recife.
e aqueles fios de cabelo teimosos que caem sobre o ombro
tocando a derme queimada pelo sol
que
por consequência, os dedos impacientes não cansam
de procurar
para então removê-los.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC