Sharing with friends my five poems “A Forgotten Christ”, “The World I dare to dream”, “Could Anyone ever understand?, “Night”, and “Along the Trails of Life”, published on 24th January 2025 in the English Literary Review “Lothlorien Poetry Journal”. Many thanks to the dear editor Strider Marcus Jones. http://www.lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com
Sharing a new publication of mine
Sharing with friends my two poems “Stumbles, Pitfalls, and Spells” and “Fears, Feelings, Desires”, published in the January 2025 issue of “Triggerfish Critical Review”. Many thanks to the dear editor David Mehler and those who reviewed my poems.
Hidden in the Folds of Time
Suddenly, on any given day, walking up the sidewalks
became more difficult, it seemed they were higher;
the noise of children and teenagers became louder,
it started to bother you;
your children have passed the line of youth
and you see them as middle-aged people,
almost elderly;
that book or movie everyone recommended to you,
and after fifteen minutes of reading or watching it,
you get bored because you have already guessed
the ending it is proposing;
you have become different, more reserved, quieter,
looking suspiciously at everyone around you,
even old friends;
also, that young and beautiful woman,
you never fail to notice and you see
with eyes of rapture and admiration,
even desire, and she withdraws
and does not reciprocate;
then you ask yourself – do people think I have stopped
loving what is beautiful in this world?
despite everything, you maintain your vigor and fullness,
which they seem to ignore, so you have to learn to live
with a new status that has been granted to you;
allowing them not to know or suspect that your youth was
much happier than theirs, and that they will never have
one like it, because time and the wind took it away,
and it is hidden, forever and ever.
Published in The Wise Owl, May 2025 issue.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Thirst for Justice
Do not be afraid to judge the wicked, the dishonest,
and the criminal, mainly those who dress himself
in sheep’s clothing, dissemble and confront us daily,
without shame or remorse.
Have the courage to unmask them, for your good
and that of your fellow ones.
Become a Witness, Prosecutor, and Judge,
meet as a Jury with yourself, do not give a voice
to any defense, and, with pure and proud a heart,
that of a righteous man, proclaim him guilty.
Leave the execution of the sentence to the Creator,
who, we know, sees and hears everything.
To Him belongs divine mercy and forgiveness,
both for the one you condemned and for you,
who, filled with greatness, but sad and unhappy,
acted to bring justice, seeing the weakness of good
and the pride of evil.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Sharing a new publication of mine
Sharing with friends my poem ‘Fallen into Oblivion’, just published in the Literary Review ‘Well Read’, its November 2024 issue. Many thanks to the dear editor Many Haynes.
https://issuu.com/wellreadmagazine/docs/november_2024_magazine/s/60145107
Walks
I have always lived with my brothers of race,
every day, night, month, and seasons of the year,
with words, hugs, slaps, and kisses.
The diversity I have encountered has been so great,
in true, among them, I have improved my qualities,
but, with some, have needed to sharpen my claws,
sometimes necessary in self-defense, threatening
and dangerous as they have become.
I have wet the road with tears and sweat,
have always looked to the horizon with joy
and fearlessness, sometimes with doubt and distrust.
I have fought the good fight, and, coherent to the human
that lives within me, have reaped victories and defeats,
without rancor or hatred, have lived and let live.
May this walk be a preview of a future one,
that lies before me,
which faces me as an incognito.
However, the greatest of all incognito is what
we are living with since we are born into this world,
to which, as far as I know, have had no warning
or prior preparation, even any consent.
We are, in truth, nothing more than a tribe or nation,
launched into the adventure of a universe under construction,
not more than a part, nor even its main one.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Sharing a new publication of mine
Sharing with friends the publication of my poem ‘Hidden into Oblivion’ in the Munia Edition, October 2024 of the Indian Literary Review ‘The Wise Owl’. Many thanks to the dear editor Dr Rachne Singh.
Return to the Origins
You know, or, at least, you should know,
that we are all related,
without any exception.
On that sixth day of the week of Divine Creation,
in a land named Paradise, we were all made
by the same mold, same measurements, same shape.
Man was created in the first stage, and after,
like a bonus, God gave birth to the woman,
companion, lover, wife, and mother,
the first joint venture, never before
even imagined or dreamed.
Then, we have become equal to our Lord,
and have, for countless years, given life and breath
to our families, beloved sons and daughters.
Equaled by race and common parentage, may we struggle
to honor what had been granted to us, raising our genesis
with so great a love, which will lead us, without any delay,
to that Holy Land, by history and right, our first home.
(Published in West Ward Quarterly, Summer 2025 printed issue)
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Strange Duality
We come into this world without any major options,
chained, since birth, or rather, since our conception,
to the inheritance brought, in fact, imposed, by our ancestors,
those of our family, in addition to those of the larger family,
the entire humanity to which we belong.
Qualities and defects, virtues and vices, they arrive
combined in the genes of the new being, and, stealthy,
they wait to manifest themselves in due time.
Our parents, in the joy and happiness of creating a new life,
are not aware of the dangers that lie on standby;
we know they will do everything to separate the wheat
from the chaff, in the future life that is beginning,
a game whose success, unfortunately, we cannot predict.
Our struggle to build a personality, despite such inheritance,
is arduous and relentless, and none of us can escape it,
we have to polish and perfect this new being and pass it on
to a future generation, much better than we had received.
Let us strive not to fall into banality, but to play the right game.
May the improvement and purity we acquire not be that
of the physical body, which corrupts and decays, but of the spirit,
which, free and sovereign, under the right and reckless command,
has no limit and never ends.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
Other Worlds
Sometimes world conspires against me,
but people ignore that my path,
It has already been marked,
in all its twists and turns,
and in its different times,
with the sign of victory and success,
over everyone and everything.
Those who have been foreseen to engage with me,
they arrived coated with that fraternal communion,
which incites forgiveness and understanding,
and precedes the blossoming of love, flame
that ignites and warms all human coexistence.
Destinies that intersect and do not wear out,
and, instead, strengthen each other, just like
so many I have encountered, build joy and happiness,
that radiate and reach, far beyond us, other worlds,
which will be coveting and envying us,
without us even knowing it.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©
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