Human Generations

Memorabilia

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Suddenly a grain of sand invades an oyster,

peacefully lying in the depths of the ocean,

unhappy a road accident.

Then, to protect itself from irritation,

the oyster quickly covers the uninvited visitor with layers

and layers of nacre, a mineral from which is fashioned

its internal shell.

The grain of sand gains a fine coat, which produces

iridescent and stunning a pearl.

Some accidents like this permeate our lives

on unexpected days and by unforeseen intruders.

Perhaps, similarly, we have made our pearls:

–memorable statues, symphonies and sonnets–

First published in Indiana Voice Journal, August 2016 issue.

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Published in Algebra of Owls, September 11, 2016.

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Published in Free Lit Magazine, March 2018, The Power Issue.

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Published in Rudderless Mariner Poetry, on May 20th, 2022

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Published in West Ward Quarterly, Spring 2025 printed issue

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Memorabilia by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Published in Feed the Holy, March 26, 2026

On Speaking Of Gravitation

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       “I’m Nobody! Who are you?”

       Poem by Emily Dickinson

I’m not nobody, like Dickinson was.

I know that I have a name, by which

many friends call me, having also

ready a road I’m always wandering by.

So few friends had called on her and

she didn’t need roads to gain the world,

nor knew Amherst was naught,

gravitating around all of her.

Published in Off The Coast, Printed Summer 2016 issue.

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Published in The Lake, July 2021

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Old Summers

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By the very first days of summers of my youth,

I always heard, every year, the song of a bird.

Never had I seen it, solely hearing its sound.

It was a pheasant cuckoo hammering two whistles,

that all of us, by no error, so listened:

summer comes!  summer comes!  

Like a live version of the clock’s cuckoo, it warned,

to the most unwary ones,

that had begun the most desired and expected season.

Its chant is lost and our days will never be the same

without that hammering dear beat.

 

Published in Indiana Voice Journal, August 2016 issue.

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Published in Highland Park Poetry, Summer 2017 issue.

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Published in West Ward Quarterly, Summer 2017 printed issue.

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Pilgrims from the East

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Sometime, somewhere in the East Lands,

there was a spot relieved by four rivers,

right place to settle shadowed a garden.

A traveling Potentate loved the scenery,

took possession of it, there building

magnificent a manor house.

Having not a hermit’s heart and His will

for creation unsatisfied,

and applying unsuspected powers,

He created, to Him and His peers’ likeness,

the beginning of a new nation, which he named

the humans.

Love and the desire to create, the bequest

we were awarded from our Lord

has lead us to populate and stretch out

the once Garden of Eden.

 

Published in Red Wolf Journal, June 06, 2016.

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A Brave New man

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From immemorial times I feel a dust

always hunting me wherever I go.

It blows softly and lightly, furtively

involving and deluding me.

It is a peculiar dust, that has in mind

not my body but my soul.

Created by the power of my enemies

and my disillusions, it works to calcify

the framework of my entire being.

But by night, at home and asleep,

you have all the right not to believe me,

invisible angels pour a cleansing rain

and by dawn it is a new and fresh man

who faces so old-fashioned one world.

First published in the July 2016 issue of The Basil O’Flaherty.

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Published in Spirit Fire Review, August 27 2016.

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A Poet’s Life

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Poets are made by mode of enchantment,

and mine has been an exquisite one.

It comes from our common ground,

sometimes from dark underground,

even from sparkling highs of heaven.

Some days, somewhere, untied to myself,

world loses the poet and gains the autist,

till a good soul recognizes me,

reconnecting the mode,

like an out of order gadget.

 

Published in Red Wolf Journal, May 21, 2016.

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Ancestral Blessing

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We live in a consecrated land, former battlefield,

again, and again sanctified by fallen warriors,

that have given their best for us.

They have baptized this earth with blood, sweat

and tears, which seasoned the ground, making

double and sweet the fruits by the harvest time.

Published in the April National Poetry Project 2024 on Instagram by Writer Shed Press and on the Chapbook of this Project.

Three Roads

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On “Wheat Field with Crows”, the last painting by Van Gogh.

 

The fullness of a golden wheat field is crowned

by a flock of dark birds in its migratory flying away.

The health and vigor of the landscape contrasts

with the menace of a cloudy and stormy sky,

which does not prevent the birds’ journey.

They know from birth the right route

and are the owners of the sky.

Poor humans do not fly, and are always doubting

their choice of the three roads Gogh has painted.

We are the owners of the earth and its richness,

but we have not even a little of the crows’ sense.

Published in Young Ravens Literary Review, Issue 4, May 31, 2016.

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Vincent van Gogh, Wheatfield with Crows, 1890. 50.2 cm × 103 cm (19.9 in × 40.6 in). Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.

Undelivered Letter

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Returned by Post – “unable to gain access”.

 

Dad, we have had no opportunity to talk.

You do not believe how much has changed

this world which so fondly you have bequeathed

to all of us.

The grocery man does not accept cash,

everybody needs to have a bank account

and a credit card.

No more milkmen nor glass bottles, but

milk boxes that all people buy at immense

supermarkets, with their cameras sleepless

and furtively watching over us.

No more sidewalk chairs on the front porch

and neighbors sharing the latest daily news.

There are no more letters,

no business letters, no love letters;

there are only e-mails, sent by a computer,

which is called a PC.

Photos are saved in a computer and no of more

glued in a photo album, no more the fun you

and mom had in collecting them.

All people have cell phones that we must take

anywhere we go, and nobody has more privacy.

But, in spite of all of this, we are still alive

and remind of you every day.

Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, June 12, 2016 (Featured Writer).

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Published in Tree House Arts, April 11, 2018

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Published in Snapdragon, A Journal of Art & Healing, Sep 15, 2018.

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Where I have come from

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I am proud of the youth of my generation.

I came from a past that only must be seen

in its black and white.

Current bright colors cannot even approach

warmth of singular and peculiar bygone era.

Just we who lived and loved in it are enough

and qualified witnesses to so amazing a past.

Time of the candid, simple and naive living,

with fewer choices, as only black telephones

and only white fridges.

Moreover, time to encounter enduring lovers,

that confront life’s disillusions, jointly reaching,

so many years ahead,

these colorful unsettled contemporaneous days.

Published in Whispers, April 29, 2016.

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Published in The Basil O’Flaherty, July 2016 issue.

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