Portugese Sonnets and English Fados
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Portuguese Sonnets and English Fados
The ocean is eternal
Eternal is space
When at night the stars in the dark
Sparkle like magic dust
Throb like a living wall
A burning bush
Take off your sandals
And come travel the Milky Way
Along paths of the deep, dark space
Let’s there mesh our thoughts
And find the tiny seed
That gave rise to this our world
Our reality
Let’s find again the magic of the sacred tablets
The presence of the sacred one
Let’s, each one of us,
like Moses
communicate with God
Regain our bonded humanity
Portuguese sonnets
And English Fados
Sung by medieval Lusitanian bards
Minstrel singers of sweet-sorrowed songs
Magic ballads
Celtiberic dirges
Sad songs that sound like lullalies
That sound like funeral songs
Sung like one sips a sweet tasting Port wine
Strung to medieval English modeled Portuguese guitars
Listening to fados
The song of saudade
That Lusitanian, Portuguese landlocked
Seafaring urge,
Seafaring longing
From that land of Finis Terre
Where the land ends, the ocean and sky start
and one sings the Fado
As if dying and being born again
Silverio Gabriel de Melo
Morning Walk
Walking along a path that cuts the fields
going in direction of the woods
that cover the hills
I, absorbed in my own thoughts,
follow my dog,
who pulls me wherever
he feels like
tenaciously
There is a whole speaking silence
Spanning the scenery
That I absentmindedly
sever, going my way,
--a timeless, profound stillness
a muffled quietness
that echo some voice inside me
mirror my thoughts
Each plant, each tuft of grass
Each mound and creek
Each branch and twig
each self abandoned
selfless stone
is somehow an extension
of my own inner remote thinking
as I trudge my way
through this path early morning
half dreaming
Wooden stakes along the way
at regular intervals
give the landscape a certain touch
of order, with its fence of
barbed wire
on which birds balance
cheerfully chirping
ignoring my walking
my wondering
going
The rising sun, itself
seems perched on the telephone wires
a burning musical note
between two staves
that line up the distance
The world is imbibed in light
a light haze and fog hover over
the valley
Walking along a path that cuts the fields
going in direction of the woods
that cover the hills
I, absorbed in my own thoughts,
go by
immersed in contemplation
Silverio G. deMelo
A Poem
A Poem can set you free
Can give you wings
Can raise you to the light
Can make you see
Learn to hold on to a little poem, a little song
follow it wherever it takes you
in your dreams
A Poem has the quality of a prayer
That you gently recite
Say to yourself
Listen to a poem and what it sings
--A seed will in the dark
Obey the tree
Silverio DeMelo
Children
Inner space created them
from a surreal dream
invoked them from a depth
of life and time
which only life can claim
chiseled in the dark of a mother’s womb
the alien forms
slowly budded in the warmth of night
through some blueprint of sorts
Born, if not strangled in their dreams
by some living nightmare
soon they woke from their voyage
through the past
so small and bare
There, outside, look,
they learn and grow
from day tod ay
their eyes clear crystals
are like spaceships
probing their way
Photons
they glow
in many an aurora borealis
as children romp
as children frolic
as children play...and children
are here but life
bound for tomorrow
silverio gabriel de melo
Edel sei der Mensch
Hilfreich und gut!
Denn das allein
Unterscheidet ihn
Von allen Wesen,
Die wir kennen.
(Goethe)
Let Man be noble
Caring and kind
Gentle and just
Humane, intelligent
For that alone sets him apart
From wolf and dog
Men without heart
--from beast and boar
Let him be tolerant
Patient, no coward
Peaceful and giving
Caring and loving
Let Man be pure
For that his greatness
Correct, mature
Peaceful and gracious
Let Man be noble
Let Man be truthful
As his own Maker
Gentle and thoughtful
Let him reflect
The sun above
That him created
Is Life and Love
Let him be honest
Kind and wise
Humane and modest
Not prey to vice
We are a special creation
Stand we must above all else
Follow the light of inspiration
Poet every man, life a free verse
Silverio DeMelo
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