I had a Dream

I dreamed that there were no borders or barriers

and everyone was coming and going all over.

There were no countries with complicated names,

nor other languages difficult to pronounce.

There were no Latin or Jewish quarters,

consulates, embassies or customs.

We were dealing with John, Joseph and Peter,

having been forgotten the old records

at those big notary books of names like

Tudors, Stuarts, Windsors,

Whites, Browns and Smiths.

Priests, pastors, rabbis and teachers,

together they worshiped the same God,

the same saints and prophets,

praising the past history we lived

and sowing hope in the hereafter.

Restaurants, schools and hospitals,

all of them were open to anyone,

as well the parties, weddings and baptisms

and all other pleasures of the day to day.

 

Published in Creative Talents Unleashed, Featured Writer, June 16, 2018.

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This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

 

 

 

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Forever Human Generations

We founded churches, schools, hospitals,

we created priests, teachers and physicians;

some of us we acclaimed kings and judges,

some others, beggars and prisoners.

We care for our children instilling in them

those dreams we were not able to fulfill.

We have changed our course many times,

both on the road and in our minds,

so little different from those primitive hordes,

turning to the wind like a ship of old sailors.

We have never had even that natural gift of birds,

who know from birth their journeys and returns

in each season of their lives.

Saints and sinners, side by side, we write our history,

which, some day, will be read, and they will know that,

if we have never  lacked wit and sapience,

it has never lacked a plenty of love.

A love full of disappointments, but blended with the joy

of alone colonizing a planet given to unknown ancestors,

which, despite life’s scars, has been always handed

to welcome hopeful new generations.

 

Published in Indiana Voice Journal, March-April 2018 issue.

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And the Wind Came

Showing that it did not come for love,

did not know how to be gentle and affectionate.

It came for lust and voluptuousness, not the breath

of a lover, but the madness of the impassioned.

It did not learn to be breeze, was born this way,

snorting and showing its claws,

without notice or warning.

Knocking at the doors and all of a sudden

forcing the windows,

like a river which comes out of its bed

and floods the lands around.

It did not waste time making swirls or pranks;

its shot was direct and accurate, without pause or rest,

like a shameless male, clothes off and in open air,

covering, without modesty or prudence,

his chosen female.

It has warned not to scrimp its desire,

not turning into a hurricane.

 

Published in Tree House Arts, Jan 31, 2018

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This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©

Kind of Love

There was once a summer,

lost in the folds of time,

where, no one knows,

has existed happiness.

It has appeared only for us,

nobody else’s.

Never affected by daily hardships,

always shielded from the world’s rust,

it has remained in our hearts

and we know it will not disappear,

even by the collapse of our bodies.

Nothing can end such a love,

born in hot winds, baptized

in fresh rain and crowned,

as blessed by the skies,

by stunning and mystical lightning.

 

Published in Free Lit Magazine, January 23, 2018, The Bildungsroman issue.

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Still Alive

Although many of you pushed me down,

saddening my soul and planning to bury

hopes and desires for a better world;

although the profusion of fallen angels,

that should inhabit other worlds than ours,

wandering mute and hidden in malicious works;

although the silence of the honest and righteous

and the audacity of the insolents;

although precious my soul dwells in fragile a body;

I am still alive walking along dear fellow ones,

amorous brothers and sisters,

towards desired and promised a new land.

Earthly Love

I know there is a final day for my life on earth.

I have striven to earn the prize of the righteous,

which is, after death, living in the Paradise.

But, oh my God, I love so much this planet

You granted to us from so earliest ages!

I love every sunrise, every new day calling me

to join forces to open new work fronts.

I love that scarlet red sunset that announces

the early evening, enchanting and bewitching

haunted nights always full of beautiful women,

loving sisters of our race, only found here,

nowhere else.

I learned to love hard and harsh the way

we were condemned to gain our bread,

since the disobedience of our forefathers.

I think I will never be able to say goodbye

to this homeland, mine and of all of us.

Perhaps, if I come to deserve an eternal life,

may You leave me here, enchanted as an elf

or a fairy, forever feeling its brown ochre scent,

among sinful, yet amorous brothers and sisters.

 

Published in Indiana Voice Journal, March-April 2018 issue.

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How much

How much longer must we hope

for a life free of the devil’s seed

and of the fallen angels’ malice?

For a faith that everything remains

on inflexible plans of a Holy Spirit?

For a love that goes beyond barriers

between countries, creeds and races;

including whites, negroes and browns,

elderly and young, men and women?

How much longer we continue to disregard

invisible motionless cloud overlapping us,

which, at due time rewards and punishes

all sons of amorous yet stern our Creator?