INTO THE WOODS

Inviting and beautiful as they may be
The woods are dangerous grounds.

I went in there today.
I ventured
into the enchanting green
careless
crazy
wild
and fortunately
nothing very serious happened.

And tomorrow
if I should happen to be caught by the spell again
I know I won’t be any more careful.
That’s just the way I am
optimistic
hopeful
naive
...
So, please don’t get me wrong, don’t misunderstand my intentions.
When I walk fearlessly into the forest between us
Don’t mistake my friendship for love
I’m just so passionate
maybe immature
Or maybe
I love you...
I’m just
not
sure.

Numb

You came in
And smiled your nervous, candid smile.
You wanted to do better
Do more
Be
Bolder and smarter and more articulate too.

I was charmed
And smiled back, looking straight into your eyes.
I tried to show you everything
You wanted
To know.

Now you say
You are indebted to me;
And I feel so helpless
So shy and so dumb...

I wish I was free
Or numb.

HAPPINESS

Even though it lies still,
coldly away from me,
it is mine, all mine,
whenever I want it to be.

ALWAYS REMEMBER STD

He was a GP.
She was a PA who looked OK.
He met her at AA and she told him about LSD.
At his place, he drank A&W and offered her G&T while they watched MTV.
He didn’t mind her BO when he got to her IUD.
Later, he took AZT to slow down HIV.

What is it that makes the Alentejo such a magical place? Certainly the idyllic landscapes, the unspoilt harmony between nature and man, the tranquil quality of all elements, from soil to sky. The incredible match of colours: warm browns, vigorous greens, tender yellows and all the in-between possibilities. A feast for the eyes, a gift for the soul. A small glimpse of paradise for those who are lucky enough to be able to get there...

I'm torn between the words I could have chosen
And the ones I really said.
I hesitated
And now I've left you mad...

I’m stuck amidst regret, guilt and anger
for things I left unsaid
I chose silence
And now my silence has been spread.

I’m hard but weak and helpless
And so cold that I feel dead.

You’re soft and tasty
but so mean and pasty...
You’re the butter,
I’m the bread.

My own little café

No noisy customers, no poisonous smoke from rude smokers (was it just that day?). A few books to look at, some sweets for sail. Finally, a café where children can feel good and have some room for themselves! Look for it by the main church if you happen to visit Montemor-o-Novo, in the Province of Alentejo, Portugal.

Reading: an obligation, a necessity,
a lesson, always.

Despair

Sleepless eyes
Come and cut me loose
From these fallacious ties.
Smooth, lingering shadows
Take me,
Silence me,
Lure me with your lies,
Lift me to the skies.

Jingle Bells (to be sung)

Christmas time, Christmas time
Shopping all the time!
Join the throng,
zombie-like,
party at the Mall!

Christmas time, Christmas time!
Don't you dare to hide...
Oh, what fun
it is to ride
on a one-track minded world!

(Jingle, jingle
the money in your purse;
jingle, jingle
the cash dispenser fuss!)

We wish you a merry S H O P P I N G,
we wish you spend to be kind,
we wish you come back tomorrow,
and continue as blind!

A backward poet says

Poems are wanton without rhyme,
I refuse to do that to mine.

Music demands repetition
and poetry has music in its spine,
So I repeat,
Poetry is wanting without rhyme.

A poet's complaint

I used to draw Inspiration
From being unhappy,
Derive Exultation from despair.

A twisted mind
Can turn you blind
Just as you stare into the essence of life.
And then,
To your relief,
Consciousness returns to your appeased self.
After all,
Life is merely made of slips and trips.

But then poetry is no longer available
To your hungry fingertips.

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