My granddaughter tells me
that her mother, my daughter in law
has taught her that everybody will die.
My mother, nor father, even smarter,
has never told me anything like this.
Aged a man, now I learn from a kid
life secrets so long hidden from me.
Moments
How many more sufferings are hidden
on the laps of time,
on the corners of life?
How many more unwanted lines
in off-screen and in secret has written
unknown destiny’s Master?
Indeed, we are not the right owners of our days,
occupied on pursuing threads random thrown
around infamous old a Greek labyrinth.
Really, it is bitter, even ruthless the price
that all of us have been charged to be alive.
But it is true there are some tiny moments,
few minutes, even seconds,
such happy and blessed ones, which are well worth
all the troubles of so broken a human soul.
Published in Indiana Voice Journal, May 2016 issue.
The Counterpoint
Sometimes our history still hears
the echoes of battles that left cries and tears,
abandoned orphans and humiliated losers,
besides perplexed and bewildered winners,
weakened from hard a victory.
But, as counterpoint to the pain,
just after and almost together,
never annotated in the textbooks,
accurate witness always has heard,
from fearless couples, love whispers,
rising from the battles to the heavens,
there welcomed as most precious a prayer.
First published in The Literary Nest, April 15, 2016.
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Published in Dead Snakes, May 6, 2016.
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Philosophical Math Concepts
People are afraid of the two, for it breaks the unity
and opens the way for so many choices, displaying
countless and multiple options.
Two brings us the doubt, the dubious, the duality
and we must be wise to face it, taking the right way.
Someone says so many options complicate our life
but we know humans are unequal, what just makes
all humanity’s beauty – its mutual accomplishment.
We must say no to the unity and happily arrive to the two,
then quick to million, because by millions we are counted
and millions are our needs, wants and desires.
Blessings
Blessed be those
who are opening paths without knowing if they will have
the strength to conclude it;
who put themselves to the test without further ado
than love for a cause and the hunger
to fight the good fight;
who are full of projects for the next years, even fearful
for the ones of the next week;
who believe people are made to accomplish one
for the other, fulfilling ever-present
and true humanity;
who fall in love and are not afraid to demonstrate it;
who plant a tree fully aware never will reap its fruits
nor sit by its shadow, but contented for,
someday, it will serve for a fellow one,
indebted to a past kindness.
First published in Indiana Voice Journal, February 2016 issue.
Published in Highland Park Poetry, Winter 2017 issue.
Published in The Lake, November 01, 2018.
Published in Free Lit Magazine, July 2019 issue
The Lost Harbinger
I remember sounds and faces of my past,
love’s vows, hot hugs and flamed kisses.
Romantic nights and parties, best songs,
best friends, nostalgic life’s expectations.
But my beloved expectations always were,
year by year, the singing of a bird.
A pheasant cuckoo strong hammering
two potent whistles, that, by no error,
all of us by then so listened:
summer comes, summer comes!
It was single a cuckoo that every year
worked with peculiar trill to announce
oncoming days of most desired season.
We never saw but always heard its song
only appearing and sounding once a year.
Its chant has been lost and our summer
has not ever been the same, without
that hammering dear beat.
Published in Whispers, October 04 2015.
Rejoicing on her 50th Birthday
To my spouse, stepmother to my two daughters.
You were born to blow into three souls,
giving them life that was prompt to vanish,
packing up, leading ahead, making new ones.
While with us, you have appeased and healed.
When they take you to the bottom of the earth
and your soul rises to the heavens, be careful.
Touch us and the planet gently, so enlarged
will be your power we cannot even dream of.
Published in the Lake, October 2015 issue.
Confessional
They say I have forgotten to turn out
the lights of my ambition and desire,
of the hurry, the youth and cockiness.
I add, by myself, also the ones of love,
seeking, lust, yet envy. And finally,
I am sure never will be lost others like
the rejoicing to be alive and dreaming.
It would be good they get out of my way,
for a loadstar still warms me so fiercely,
that I mirror fire, I burn and, sometimes,
I inject sparks.
Published in Mocking Heart Review, Spring/Summer issue 2016.
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Published in The Brasil O’Flaherty July 2016 issue.
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Published in The Chamber Magazine, May 7 2021
Soul Mates
We are siblings not by birth, but by unusual
and mutual adoption, begun by so odd and
stubborn a love.
I need to hurry
I will soon discover one route that reach
some exquisite beauties waiting for me,
lost and forgotten in hidden waterfalls,
after untrodden ways.
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