Archive for February, 2013


mo(u)rning

strapped wrists

straitjacketed

the freezering immaculate room

glimmering white

 

the burning tip of a cigarette

approaching the forehead

 

a crying terror-mantra

a choking pranayama

 

a concentration of evil

the third eye’s macabre premonition

 

It is a clear morning today, there’s an amplitude in the cyan sky

simple mosses on bark and green algae from sea

–  clarity in the violet meditation

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The Blue Teapot

The blue teapot

image: Kelvin S.M.

text: Ricardo Andrade

http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/23/poetics-dominant-impression-inmadonna-and-child-an-unfinished-touch-artistic-description/

Graffiti Poetry

garagemportão

for: http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/21/meeting-the-bar-graffiti-poetry/

from the work (in progress): https://mefeedyoume.wordpress.com/2013/01/29/338/

virtual

every time
  her pixels travel
          over the Atlantic
               through optical 
                    fiber bundles
                   I understand that
                somewhere
             someone 
        special
   is freeing
 wavelengths
of light
     in my
       direction.
             I wave back
                  and observe
                       a trace of
                              stones
                                on the
                                  water.
                             physics
                          always
                    transcends
             physicality

There

Stirring the coffee with a stick of cinnamon,
determined 
(or not)
I saw,
outside will

     a naked chalkboard
     traced with moonlines,
     where random white
     caravans and stallions,
     playful foals, gypsyed

from the ancient green and sea
golden bracelets, tanned skins
laughing over
fated-to-be

plastic

On tiptoe

I lowered the eyes

from the aligned Matchbox cars on the shelve

and loosed myself on the floor, raising a Lego city.

Grandma built a tent, over tricycles, boxes and other stuff

and I crept into there over the red carpet, holding my plastic gunracket

after shooting the enemy under the bushsheets.

 

There’s a compression now

and it seems the enemy resisted

 

shootings persist

 

city and war

real, overnight

 

http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/07/mining-the-memory-dverse-poets-meeting-the-bar/

in the sanguine cave

in the sanguine cave
rests a shred of that message
brought from the flat amplitude
where parallels cross each other

desintact, stupefied
the extorted nest still holds
a remembrance of caring
    away from the  violator,
    hiding the act

abandoned, fragmented
torn missives float
over stones of coherent landscapes
where men whip the flesh of bones that wander

shadow shadow shadow

I wrote a long poem called “shadow”

its shadow was thin and long long

its shadow was thin and long long

its shadow was thin and long long

its shadow was thin and long long

It remembered me that light

light light light lightl ight light

light light light light light light

light light light light light light

light light light light light light

It’s nonsense without sombre

sombre sombre sombre

sombre sombre sombre

sombre sombre sombre

sombre sombre sombre

Darkness hides enlightnment

enlightnment enlightnment

enlightnment enlightnment

enlightnment enlightnment

enlightnment enlightnment

http://dversepoets.com/2013/02/02/the-poetics-of-groundhog-day-bright-shadow/