Longo-Geremia

15 This is what the Lord says: 15 "A voice is heard in Ramah, 15 mourning and great weeping, 15 Rachel weeping for her children 15 and refusing to be comforted, 15 because her children are no more." 16: timid voices new will no longer speak their innocence. Where did the children go. they were here... Sign in to see full entry.

MOURNING SUN The sun burns steal cold sharp and cutting reaching the depths of me. I don’t hear birds singing anymore. and the noise of living sends shock waves into my brain. did you know how much I loved you did you know how much you meant to me What do I do now Where do I go from here Sign in to see full entry.

TRUE REFLEXIONS as i wander farther from myself into dissolution bleeding edges of annihilation I hold to what is left of me in memory and recollection where I see my lasting and true reflexion Sign in to see full entry.

IT’S NOT ABOUT UMBRELLA TREES I feel the August heat still rising from the tarred city street sitting hands on knees under three umbrella trees and the smell of olive oil garlic and sweet basil looking for me from the kitchen window just behind. Time nurtures the heart in memory and the ghosts I see... Sign in to see full entry.

EMPTY SPACES I stand in an empty place reaching far and wide no horizons to hold onto, and I am lost in vertigo. useless are recollections short flashes of life done replayed in Death’s refraction. meaningless are words for they only say, never truly tell. fearful is the silence I hear hollow echoes... Sign in to see full entry.

MELANCHOLY BLUE All that has died in me lives in memory shadows deep melancholy blue in a crcle never-ending I flow uneasily back to wounds that never healed. voices of inhumanity follow me still and kill a tender heart. Sign in to see full entry.

GOING HOME I can’t go back It’s been too long too many yesterdays are gone. Friendships have faded intoTime and Death has separated loves once strong. we all sing to a different melody now. I don’t belong any more. Going Home Antonin Dvorak BYU Choir - YouTube ► 5:09 ► 5:09... Sign in to see full entry.

THE THORNED ROSE there was no softness in your anger no love in your eyes those times that made a young heart stop beating. Your tears became mine. I was your child not your consolation. And the day you died did you see me standing by your side or was I your last illusion Sign in to see full entry.

REAL PUPPETS DON’T CRY Each day I see another part of me fall away and I wonder what I will become tomorrow but then there are those sudden occurrences. I’m thrown off my feet no warning. no mercy and nothing is ever the same again. They tell me it’s all in the “journey”. not a thing I can do. no... Sign in to see full entry.

Bilingual poetry--why it doesn't work Submitted by Geremia on Wed, 2012-11-14 13:19 Each language comes with set of "sensibilites"foreign to many other cultures,and largely not understood. I wrote the following "poem"in continental Portuguese, the language of the FADO [see below]. I found myself... Sign in to see full entry.