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Saturday 15 December 2018


Night and Day

The dripping faucet
counts the night
drop after drop
of acid blight
powerless
to wash
away
drain
the pain
drip drip dripping
mocking refrain
pain
pain
pain

MC

Monday 3 December 2018

WHAT LOVE IS

If that is what love is
I'll have none

The slide-glide glance
The snivelly beggary
For a second chance

The dark nights alone
Cradling and comforting
Wishing for a heart of stone

If that is what love is
Then I'll have none.

Second-guessing his pleasure
Groveling for approval
Thinking each thin smile a treasure

Not to boast, but I think
I'd rather stay home
Read a book
Watch a chick flick
Write a story,
Paint a smear
Of laughter on canvas

I think I might skip the wine
Though, or darkling midnight
Might find me lost
And weeping,
French-kissing a ghost.

MC


Friday 31 August 2018

They Feared Lions And Tigers And Bears But The Big Bad Monster Lived Downstairs.

Once upon a time, a happy child lived in a shiny tower by the sea.

Outside was a dark forest full of lions and tigers and bears,

But in the tower, there was no fear, and no danger and no pain.

The child lived with her Mommy and Daddy on the top floor of the tower,

And downstairs near the garden lived her Grandpa and her Grandma.

Her Mommy had a new baby, and her Daddy worked day and night

So the child wandered from room to room and took down magic books from the shelves and learned the secret of words.

You must not think she was lonely, because her Grandpa loved her very much.

He’d sit her on his lap and tell her how pretty she was, and how much she was loved.

And tell her wonderful stories

One day a strange and terrible thing happened.

Underneath her Grandpa’s face, a Monster appeared and opened its jaws.

 And the Monster said: "Little girl let me touch you."

But the child knew a secret word from the magic books and she said “NO”

And the Monster screamed with rage but he could not touch her

That night she did not sleep, afraid of the Monster

But the next day, when she came down to the garden, the Monster was gone

And her Grandpa was just as nice as he was before.

“I have banished the Monster with the magic," she thought, "or it was never there.”

 For a long time, all was well, then the Monster-in-Grandpa said again: “Little girl let me touch you”

And again she said “NO”, and it could not reach past her power.

From then on, she never knew who’d be waiting in the garden:

Her nice Grandpa telling stories or the Monster with the poison words.

One day she said to the Monster: “Begone, or I shall tell the world you are a Monster who made a nest inside my lovely Grandpa"

But the Monster laughed and said: “No one will ever believe you, because they don't want to."

So she told her Mommy and her Mommy pretended not to understand.

And she told her Grandma, but her Grandma looked away.

So she told the Wizard who taught magic words...

And the Knight in shining armor...

And the Lady who made get-well potions...

And they listened, and they heard her.

So the Knight and the Wizard and the Lady took the Grandpa away so they could take out the Monster.

And the child knew that when a Monster makes a nest inside the heart of someone who should be your friend you must shout "NO!"

And if someone - ANYONE - tells you not to tell, you MUST tell!

And tell, and tell and tell...Until someone believes you, because silence makes Monsters stronger.

But true words makes them go away forever, and set the children free.

Wednesday 23 May 2018

Missing my dearest friend


ME: Did u know according to the stories once a gentile woman came to him begging a miracle for her children and he said "I am the feast set by the Lord for his Chosen People, I am not come for you, or yours." and the woman said to him " Rabbi, even dogs scrabble for scraps under the richest table"

IVAN: True

ME: He healed the children

IVAN; I am not surprised they killed him exclusivity is always precious to the pious

ME: Me neither and yu know they still behave the same now

IVAN: yes always. the enlightened are seldom welcomed. Yu must write ok

ME: what?

IVAN: write, always write. Just write

ME: yes

IVAN: Good

ME: but it hurts

IVAN: Its a gift, supposed to hurt

Me: ok. What u having for breakfast?

IVAN; im thinking now maybe kippers

ME: cool


Saturday 17 March 2018

FORGET ME NOT

You just came in
Smelling of gin
Reeking of sin
Shirt half tucked in
And from that grin
That stumbling walk
I know where you've been

Do you remember when we met?
Your heart was soured by regret
I thought my love would make you forget,
You haven't yet.

I was the clown
Who vowed
To turn that frown
Upside down,
Believing your love
Was a treasure
You'd trade for pleasure

I thought you'd be grateful
Or at the least faithful
I thought my love would make you forget,
You haven't yet.

Why can't I be
The one you need
Why can't you love me instead

I just keep waiting
For you to want me, to my regret,
You haven't yet.

MC

Sunday 18 February 2018

WHAT DOES IT MATTER?

Would it matter if I lied
And told you
I've said goodbye
To a hundred men before?

Would it matter if I cried
Whispered promises,
And gave myself
To you once more?

Would it matter if I sighed
Every time you passed me by?
Would it matter to you at all?

It's over you said
On that sour bed
Rumpled sheets,
Where my heart bled

It's over you said
And cast me aside,
Trampled my pride
And left me for dead.

Would it matter if I did
All the wrong things:
Ran to your wife,
Ruined your life?

Would it make you return
Would it change your mind
Would it make you mine?

MC

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Friday 16 February 2018

OPTIMISTS THE SUN DECEIVED

The light struck
The sullen sky
High swirling
Turquoise high
And fragile flutters
Of swooning feathers
Tumble ecstasy,
Deceived to grief
By the brief illusion
Of a sudden Spring


MC

The Match-girl and the Magic Pearl

I lit that nacreous fire
hypnotized by
the flare and glare
of that flowery flame

I lit that match
again and again
burning my fingers
sucking on that pain

I'm to blame
sitting in the dark
watching the spark
feed on my heart

I let it flow
let it glow
let it grow

I embraced the blaze
became the grace
of the angel with
the fiery sword,

I opened the way
to the holy garden
and the elegant charms
of the walking dead

MC
The only way unjust systems perpetuate themselves is with the collaboration of the indifferent.

"Turquoise Moon"
Manuela Cardiga

Voicemail call box, Bad love detox

Was that you on the line
Not that I care
Just didn't want to leave
You hanging there

Was that you calling me
Thought you'd said
You wouldn't couldn't
Were cutting me out

Text in, call out
What do I care
Disconnect won't object
Was that you, or a ghost
Of that dead love.

Was that you needing me
Though it was way past 3
Were you alone with your phone
The way you never were with me?

Text in, call out
Your vacuous stare
I was invisible then
The woman who waited
In that room up the stairs.

That was me needing you
What did you care
Leading the dance
In your virtual romance

Text in, call out
Why should I care
Voicemail call box
Bad love detox

The number you are trying to reach is no longer available.

MC
MOST WORDS I'VE HEARD

lies
ripe with promise
barren of intent
flowering regret

MC

FADO DA MARGARIDA

Tinha eu pedido ao Senhor
Para me acalmar essa dor
E eis que levanto
O rosto enxuto
Ao colocar a flor de luto
Na tumba do nosso Amor

Sim eu sei que prometi
Que esperaria por ti
Mas tantas lagrimas corridas
Mar salgado de mentiras
Que esse amargo tempero
Afogou-me no desespero

Tinha eu pedido ao Senhor
Para me acalmar essa dor
E eis que levanto
O rosto enxuto
Consolado pelo calor
Do sol de um novo Amor

Sim eu sei que prometi
Que esperaria por ti
Não suponhas que menti
Mas foram tantos os tormentos
Sufocou-me os sentimentos,

E agora que chegou a hora;
Chora, chora tu por mim.


MC

Thursday 8 February 2018

Lamento da OUTRA

Cansada da vida.
Cansada de Deus
Das promesas ocas
Q'Ele me fez;

Cansada da dor
Cansada do amor
Das mentiras loucas
Q'Te ouvi gemer;

Cansada de ti
Cansada de mim
Desta caminhada
Sem futuro nem fim;

Cansada de ti,
Cansada de nós,
D'Este fado tosco
Esse pranto rouco
Q'Me rasga a vóz


MC

The Culinary Adventures Of A Bi-Polar Bear


Twicky McQuicky was sprawled sunning herself on a lovely piece of crystal clear ice, lazily watching a rainbow unfurling on the soft powdery snow.

She was distracted, thinking of the Underwater MidOceanic Ball and who would win the ultimate accolade of the most beautiful seal in the world, and so she didn't see sneaky death approach.

Before she could say 'sardines on toast' a huge yawning mouth with shimmering white teeth and black lips was hovering over her.

The biggest Polar Bear she had ever seen was looming over her, and 3 seconds away from snacking on her head.

"Stop!" she screamed in desperation, "Please! I have mad-seacow disease?"

The huge white mass of fur and muscle paused suspend over her. "What?" rumbled that hoarse voice "What?"

"Mad-seacow," screeched McQuicky, " You don't want to catch that!"

"Where on Greenland did you catch that?"

"Iceland. I went to a little party and a jet-setting dugong slipped me some tropical fish...I should have said no, but..."

A huge paw tipped with razor-sharp polished black claws scratched thoughtfully at the Polar Bear's chin. "Mmmm...I've read about that! I'll just skip your skull and eat the rest!"

McQuicky waved her flippers in distress. "You don't want to do that! Imagine the risk! Besides, there's plenty of seals in the sea, AND I'm an endangered sub-species!"

A great guffaw erupted from the Polar Bear. "Do I look like a card-carrying member of PETA to you?"

McQuicky ran an eye over the Bear. He was wearing a fur coat and had the sleek satisfied look of a well-nourished carnivore, quite different from some of the scrawny vegan brown bears she had met in British Columbia the year before last at the Conservation Convention.

This bear lived on pure juicy seal protein and fat, not a berry or a mushroom had ever passed his ravenous lips.

"You should try something better than tough old seal...What you need is - is - is....PENGUIN!"

"Penguin," asked the Polar Bear with a frown, "What's that?"

"Oh the most delicious most succulent snack in creation! One of my cousins lives exclusively on them, Down under."

"Australia?" Sneered the Polar Bear, "as if!"

"Antartica," said Twicky McQuicky, "Emperor penguins, a right royal snack...and," she added cunningly, "You'll be the world's first Bi-Polar Bear!"


MC
FADO DA NOITE GRATA

Agradeço ao Cavalheiro
Que me enche o mealheiro
Com as moedas e os trocos
Dos ensejos dos desejos passageiros

Agradeço e obedeço
Baixo os olhos levanto a saia
Gesto parco de convite
Ao ensaio desse gesto perentorio

Agradeço e convido
Levanto o ombro em desafio
Venha um venha mais outro
Velho, novo, doce ou torpe;

Agradeço, seja bemvindo:
Feio, belo, negro, branco,
Olhos rasgados e amarelo,
Venha cliente, quere-se - é urgente.

Agradeço ao Cavalheiro
Pois a fome que me é cara
Vem da agulha que me acalma,
Enterra-se na carne, sacia a alma.

Agradeço ao Cavalheiro
Que me enche o mealheiro
Desfazendo-me no corpo,
Gestos rudes, brandos roucos.

Agradeço eu, e agradeçe ela
Mulher casta doce e pura,
Que distante como a Lua
Espera na cama vazia
O regresso desse amor.


MC