Am an international language teacher who trades lectures for life.I am also a journalist and a former entrepreneur who lives in Brazil and I could answer any question on these matters. Have a degree in Social Communication and in Liberal Arts. Have also attended Psychology College Courses and I have started a specialization course on Educational management. I read a lot about Chaos theory and Information Science. I offer free language video classes on YouTube: Teacher Laila's Video Classes
Sunday, June 19, 2005
...So here they are - More Poems!!!
SILENCES
KINDS OF SILENCE
AS OPPOSE OF THE UNIVERSE:
SIDERAL SPACE SILENCE
SILENCE OF MEDITATION
ENHANCED CONCENTRATION
VOICELESS MOMENT
SILENCE OF ALL PHILOSOPHERS
A QUIET SKY
BEING ABANDONED BY GOD
SILENCE OF GERMS
OF THOSE WHO LOST THEIR HEADS
SIGN LANGUAGE
MESSAGES WITH SILENCE
POETRY SIGNS THE SILENCE TOO
QUIET INTERNET USERS CONTEMPLATE THE SILENCE
THE SILENCE OF THOSE WHO FEAR
BEING AFRAID OF TORTURES
SILENCE OF COLD DAMP PRISONS
HORROR EXPECTATIONS
CENSORSHIP FORCES SILENCE AS WELL
FEARFUL SILENCE
THE SILENCE OF THEORIES FILLED WITH TOO MANY EXPLANATIONS
BOOKS ARE SILENT
ITS WRITERS ARE FRAGILE PATIENTS AND
THAT EXPLAINS SIGNS HANGING ON THE WALL IN LIBRARIES
SAYING “SILENCE”,
SIMILAR TO THOSE IN HOSPITAL ROOMS:
WE’D BETTER BE QUIET OR ELSE YOU WON’T LISTEN TO THEM.
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SUBMARINE
Brilliant atmosphere
Colorful design
Brushes
Strokes
Stabs
Stocks of words
Can’t deny
Can’t refuse
Can’t imagine life without
Submarine of affection
Aggravated by the sum of all feelings
Never said that to a human before
Conflict of “paroles”
Not sure if I am human
Keep it quiet
Look at it twice
The atmosphere isn’t that brilliant anymore
Dead fish are all over the places
No escapes
No ends
No deceives
Cover it up! Cover it all up!!!
Convictions, Old Convictions
Direct invasion
That can’t be said
That couldn’t be told
Similar calculus
Cool intent to recreate natural will
Filtered pills
Steps covered with withered orchids
Standing still
Put things away
They aren’t to concentrate
Ought to infest the atmosphere with colorful portraits
Bring the colored strokes back to me
Stab my skin with your paintbrush
Suck my blood as a flea would do
Sink back that submarine, soldier of ours…
Think that this has been the time
Teach others that we are
Limited, fragile, vulnerable
And promise not to torture me,
I know you won’t arrest me
For sure, you won’t shoot me
You won’t rape me!
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j'aime beaucoup ta poésie surtout le premier "silence"; continue d'écrire de si beaux poêmes...
ReplyDeletehope you don't mind me writing in french, lol.
bisous and don't be quiet...
not at all!!!
ReplyDeleteMerci beaucoup ;-)