Contributions of the group Poems

IDEAS AND CONCEPTS COULD BE UNIVERSAL BUT THE PROLIFERATION OF SOCIAL INSTITUTIONS AND LANGUAGES ARE OBSTACLES TO MAKING THEM HAPPEN

nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Tue, 11 Aug 2026 09:01:31 +0000

AS IDEIAS E OS CONCEITOS PODERÃO SER UNIVERSAIS MAS A PROLIFERAÇÃO DE INSTITUIÇÕES SOCIAIS E IDIOMAS SÃO OBSTÁCULOS À SUA CONCRETIZAÇÃO

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

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nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Wed, 05 Aug 2026 09:11:07 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

the denial of poetry
makes the perfect poem
its beauty lies in the elimination of the superfluous
redundancy
pseudo metaphor---
like a little masturdation
of a tired sex

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a negação da poesia
faz o poema perfeito
a sua beleza reside na eliminação do supérfluo
redundância
pseudo metáfora---
como a pequena masturbação
dum sexo cansado

by Armando TQABORDA, 2026

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nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Tue, 04 Aug 2026 10:07:17 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

there are lots of migrants out there
who starve faster
than if they are stayed in their countries

meanwhile

others drown on the crossing
their bodies first sink
then float up swallen
covered with salty blisters
which burst
stinking
like soap bubbles blown by choldren

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há por aí muito migrante
que morre de fome mais depressa
do que se tivesse ficado no seu país

entretanto

há outros que se afogam na travessia
os corpos primeiro afundam-se
depois emergem inchados
cobertos de pústulas salgadas
que rebentam
fétidas
como bolas de sabão sopradas por crianças

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

(photo taken from daily press)

Burning Moon

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Tue, 28 Jul 2026 11:46:53 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

Lune en feu

Avant,
je brûlais de connaître
je brûlais d'aimer
je brûlais de désir
je brûlais de savoir

je brûlais de vie!

feu intérieur
qui était le moteur
de tout départ
de toute volonté
de toute créativité,
de tous ces hasards
que la vie transforme
en chantiers du futur.

Et maintenant que tout brûle
nos forêts et nos joies
nos livres d'espoir
nos jardins secrets
nos blancs sur le noir

je ne suis plus qu'une ombre d'humain
respirant l'âcre fumée
d'une lune brûlée

et qui supplie la nuit , la pluie
le vent,le temps
à genou devant cette nature
que j'avais oublié.
d'aimer .

Lio.D 2026

ALPHABET

nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Sat, 01 Aug 2026 10:04:41 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

You type my body
from A to Z
and reconstructed
wings
silk
pure amazement
beneath your hands
small scars
appear
while
they are open

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ALPHABETO

Dactilas-me o corpo
de A a Z
e rconstróis
asas
seda
puro espanto
por debaixo das mãos
enquanto
abertas
aparecem, peuenas
as cicatrizes

by Paula TAVARES, on "POESIS REUNIDA seguido por ÁGUA SELVAGEM", Editorial Caminho, 2023

(English translated by Armando TABORDA)

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nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Thu, 30 Jul 2026 09:01:44 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

trues and lies
complete the utopia we live in

everything and nothing are beyond
our accidental journey

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a verdade e a mentira
completam a utopia em que vivemos

o tudo e o nada estão para além
da nossa acidental presença

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

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nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Wed, 29 Jul 2026 09:08:06 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

from the classics to the post-modernists
many poets weaved praises
to the romantic beauty of the moonlight
but
to be honest
let's just say that moonlight is nothing more
than the mockery with which the moon watches us
while moves around

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dos clássicos aos pós-modernos
muitos poetas teceram laudações
à beleza romântica do luar
mas
em boa verdade
diga-se que o luar não passa
do escárnio com que a lua nos olha
enquanto circula à nossa volta

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

Berlin reste zen

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Mon, 27 Jul 2026 11:02:00 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

Freiheit ist immer Freiheit der Andersdenkenden...

Berlin, ich liebe dich
mit deinen kleinen Vorhängeschlössern
auf den Brücken

und deiner Mauer,
die eingestürzt ist,
deinem befreiten Gefängnis.

Berlin – es war so schön,
mich
an deinem Gesicht zu reiben

Berlin, ich liebe dich
mit all
deinen Wunden.

Und Lou
singt uns ins Ohr:

„We were in a small café
You could hear the guitars play
It was very nice
It was paradise“

Berlin, ich liebe
deine Schuhe,
die mit ihren Schnürsenkeln

an den Stromleitungen schwanken
wie Vögel auf einem Ast.

Ich tauche deine Currywurst
in mein Sterni-Bier
und denke an dich

so wie man
an eine Bärin denkt,
stark und zerbrechlich zugleich.

Und Lou
singt uns ins Ohr:

„We were in a small café
You could hear the guitars play
It was very nice
It was paradise“

Berlin, ich liebe dich
mit deiner Jugend,
die tanzt

Ich stelle mir Bären vor,
die rauchen
in der Rauchstraße

und ich beiße in eine Brezel,
eine riesige Brezel
in Herzform

denn Bono,
wie ein Bonobo,
flüstert uns ins Ohr:

„I’m just down the line from your love… Zoo Station

I'm under the sign of your love... Zoo Station

I'm gonna be there... Zoo Station

Tracing the line... Zoo Station

I'm gonna make it on time, make it on time... Zoo Station“

Berlin hat keine Angst,
weint und tanzt
unter den Linden

Wir sind diese Menschen,
die tanzen
vor Lebensfreude

gegen die Angst vor dem Anderssein,
die berauscht
vor Hass.

Und Rosa flüstert uns ins Ohr:

„.Freiheit ist immer Freiheit der Andersdenkenden. “

Lio.D 2026

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Berlin, je t'aime
avec tes petits cadenas
sur les ponts

et ton mur,
qui s'est effondré,
ta prison libérée.

Berlin – c'était si beau,
de me
frotter contre ton visage

Berlin, je t’aime
avec toutes
tes blessures.

Et Lou
nous chante à l’oreille :

« We were in a small café
You could hear the guitars play
It was very nice
It was paradise »

Berlin, j’aime
tes chaussures,
qui, par leurs lacets,

se balancent sur les câbles électriques
comme des oiseaux sur une branche.

Je trempe ta currywurst
dans ma bière Sterni
et je pense à toi

comme on pense
à une ourse,
forte et fragile à la fois.

Et Lou
nous chante à l’oreille :

« We were in a small café
You could hear the guitars play
It was very nice
It was paradise »

Berlin, je t’aime
avec ta jeunesse,
qui danse

J’imagine des ours
qui fument
dans la Rauchstrasse

et je croque dans un bretzel,
un énorme bretzel
en forme de cœur

car Bono,
tel un bonobo,
nous murmure à l’oreille :

« I’m just down the line from your love… Zoo Station

I'm under the sign of your love... Zoo Station

I'm gonna be there... Zoo Station

Tracing the line... Zoo Station

I'm gonna make it on time, make it on time... Zoo Station »

Berlin n’a pas peur,
pleure et danse
sous les tilleuls

Nous sommes ces gens-là,
qui dansent
de joie de vivre

contre la peur de la différence
qui enivre
de haine.

Et Rosa nous murmure à l’oreille :

« La liberté, c’est toujours la liberté de ceux qui pensent autrement. »

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nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Sun, 26 Jul 2026 07:56:14 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

on the ceramic plate
we leave the house keys
the car keys
the sunglasses
our envies
our vanities
and
the everyday emptiness
so that we always know
where they are

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no prato de cerâmica
deixamos as chaves de casa
do carro
os óculos de sol
as invejas
as vaidades
e
as vacuidades de todos os dias
para sabermos sempre
onder estão

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

INSOMNIA IS THE CRIB OF MANY UTOPIAS

nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Wed, 22 Jul 2026 17:15:26 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

A INSÓNIA É O BERÇO DE MUITAS UTOPIAS

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

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eau douce

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Tue, 21 Jul 2026 14:02:44 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

Chaque instant se fige
dans un vertige
d'éternité...

Winter Tapestry

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Mon, 20 Jul 2026 22:58:06 +0000

Rachel J Bowler has posted:

Who am I?
Pieces of the past.
The stain on the wall.
The one who loved too much.
Sunlight in the darkened room.
The shadow in the corner.
The mystery unsolved,
And the one solved
Long ago.
The tree in winter.
I am all
And I am nothing
Waiting for the night to come.

Lost

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Mon, 20 Jul 2026 22:07:06 +0000

Rachel J Bowler has posted:

On this dusty hillside
Every sign I see says 'Lost'
Placed there long ago
Not just meant for me,
Set in bold and
Written over
Where 'Home'
Used to be.
But this was never
Home to me.

WHEN A HUMAN BEING GOES BEYOND HIMSELF HE IS ON HIS WAY TO THE DIVINE

nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Mon, 13 Jul 2026 10:47:42 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

QUANDO O SER HUMANO SE ULTRAPASSA A SI PRÓPRIO ESTÁ A CAMINHO DO DIVINO

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

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THE SOUL

nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Sun, 28 Jun 2026 21:26:00 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

in the full Anthropocene Era, where everything around us is falling apart, the planet and the human civilization, can't hold the possibility of surviving outside the body;

on a dying and godless planet, and a useless Universe for helping us to understanding the life and death intentions;

AT LAST THE MYSTERY KEEPS GOING UNTIL THE END TO MOCK THE GOD/PRINCIPLE WHO CREATED IT

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A ALMA, em plena Era do Antropoceno, em que tuso se desmorona à nossa volta, o planeta e a civilização humana, não sustenta a possibilidade de sobreviver fora do corpo;

num planeta agónico e ateu, e num Universo inútil para nos ajudar a perceber as intenções da vida e da morte;

AFINAL O MISTÉRIO PERSISTE ATÉ AO FIM PARA ESCÁRNIO DO DEUS/PRINCÍPIO QUE O GEROU

by Armandfo TABORDA, 2026

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Thespians

nobody@ipernity.com (Rachel J Bowler) — Fri, 26 Jun 2026 14:53:29 +0000

Rachel J Bowler has posted:

Shall I compare thee
To a summer’s day? Alright –
Thou art pretty hot.

Shakespearian Haiku - Brian Bilston

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Wed, 24 Jun 2026 08:14:24 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

Haïku

Il pleut des tours Eiffel
Sur les pavés gris,

Ombrelles de soleil-pluie

l'attente sur la place

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Mon, 22 Jun 2026 08:21:09 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

Haïku :

Un dessin de soleil
Aux gens qui passent,

Mais il pleut sur la place

un matin à Biarritz

nobody@ipernity.com (Le miroir de l'aube) — Sun, 21 Jun 2026 06:03:10 +0000

Le miroir de l'aube has posted:

(à voir en mode plein écran)
Haïku

Ils volent au petit matin,
papillons roses,
Les embruns de l'automne

PILGRINS AND POETS SHOULD HAVE KNOWN LONG AGO THAT THERE IS NO SALVATION POSSIBLE

nobody@ipernity.com (Armando Taborda) — Sat, 13 Jun 2026 10:34:42 +0000

Armando Taborda has posted:

OS PEREGRINOS E OS POETAS JÁ DEVERIAM SABER HÁ MUITO QUE NÃO HÁ SALVAÇÃO POSSIVEL

by Armando TABORDA, 2026

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Contributions of the group Poems

IDEAS AND CONCEPTS COULD BE UNIVERSAL BUT THE PROLIFERATION OF SOCIAL INSTITUTIONS AND LANGUAGES ARE OBSTACLES TO MAKING THEM HAPPEN

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Burning Moon

ALPHABET

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Berlin reste zen

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INSOMNIA IS THE CRIB OF MANY UTOPIAS

eau douce

Winter Tapestry

Lost

WHEN A HUMAN BEING GOES BEYOND HIMSELF HE IS ON HIS WAY TO THE DIVINE

THE SOUL

Thespians

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l'attente sur la place

un matin à Biarritz

PILGRINS AND POETS SHOULD HAVE KNOWN LONG AGO THAT THERE IS NO SALVATION POSSIBLE