Longo-Geremia

TODAY The dawn breaks cloudy and gray and the hibiscus bows in mourning to the death of the sun, A world of desolation reflects my thoughts and my heart and my soul sink to another day of fear born in terrifying loneliness There is no sun to lighten my thoughts and carry me through another day Time... Sign in to see full entry.

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toe nails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that your bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. ― Dylan Thomas Sign in to see full entry.

HIDDEN VOICE There is a stillness deep within; a silence that soothes and terrifies; but quiet voices tell me what is to come: I will not go easily from this world; my mind reels in the knowing as my heart, and what we call the soul, fall into dark places. We fear our last breath but soon we see... Sign in to see full entry.

When Nightingales Sing Tear my heart apart let my soul languish in loneliness. Let my words die in the making as they fade into nothingness, I am the nightingale who sings its melancholy at twilight unheard, unseen hidden in the morning mist mesmerized by the Beauty of its Music deaf to a voice... Sign in to see full entry.

ORPHEUS’ SONG What is that strange melody That brings me to a sweet remembering, I’ve heard it once before when I was in the light. Never here! Like a thousand birds in sudden flight these formless shades of hell hearts never touched by pity or prayer flee from the light in fear when suddenly... Sign in to see full entry.

ACTS OF CONTRITiON It feeds on me relentlessly night and day to leave me less than who I was yesterday. No magic potion nor holy words can save me. It is moving too quickly now and I am lead ineluctably to the insanity which is to come. There are no miracles, no saintly epiphanies in this modern... Sign in to see full entry.

Submitted by Geremia on Mon, 2015-09-28 11:32 ALASKA I wish I were in Alaska where the sun beams across mountain streams and rivers run cool and pure I long for nights icy cold with stars as bright as diamonds and gold against a sky black as coal and when sleep strikes my eyes to sit at fireside and... Sign in to see full entry.

REFLECTIONS The morning breaks sultry and still wet with s heavy dew stifling all breathing There is no ocean breeze and the Palm trees are frozen against a burning sky waiting for the rains that are to come The world is dead of movement too weak to try as I. Sign in to see full entry.

AGUA /WATER:[Brazilian/English Submitted by Geremia on Sat, 2015-09-26 14:27 agua a vida é água caindo fugindo através de seus dedos impossível de agarrar tempo fugaz momentos fugazes um segundo de presente torna-se a eternidade do passado não vivemos uma vida senâo momentos dum sonho water life is... Sign in to see full entry.

VIGNETTES The last years I spent with you seem a thousand light years away. I see you still in small vignettes that strike with a sudden melancholy: a desperate, deep longing to replay those days that Time has betrayed. I don't see myself as I did before; something of me went with you and to this... Sign in to see full entry.