Saturday, June 24, 2017

If Only Tears Could Put Out Fires.

If Only Tears Could Put Out Fires.
Hail, brimstone, no rain, just fire!
Killing everything Godly
In our shire.
Fury, damnation, breath of a dragon
Taking root in our forests
Cleansing who in hell?
Damn you beast!
.
Cannot God At least,,
Step up to the plate
Extinguish hate?,
Just fair warning
As the doom is dawning.
A chance to flee,
Avoid the burning.
If only tears
Could put out fires.

10,350,000 souls
Shalt dampen your pyres.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)


To Tell A Lie

To Tell A Lie

If you want to tell a lie,
Climb a mountain
Talk into the wind.
Let it snatch your words
Before the fool it finds.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)


Sunday, June 18, 2017

When will my head grow old?

When will my head grow old?
Maybe, by the age of fifty,
I should have calmed
Down a bit.
But that would be
The same as dying.
Wouldn't it?
-Gerry Aldridge

Friday, June 16, 2017

Takers
Takers have it good-
They gain your trust
And feed on your love,
Then distance themselves
From the pain
They have caused,
Knowing full well
You´d do none of the above.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)


Givers
Givers have it good-
In you they trust,
And eminate love.
They cuddle and
Bask in honesty.
Knowing full well,
You may never do
Any of the above.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)


Saturday, May 20, 2017

Love Needs Nurture.

Love Needs Nurture.

Even a flower
Needs a drop
Of sentiment.
Without care
It shall
Eventually wilt.

The smallest flame
Is nothing
Without a breeze.
Gone is the flicker.
End of a life,
In one foul blow.

Pop my bubble,
Steal my air.
When I am gone
I shall not care.

Love needs nurture.

First; Can we be friends?
Second; Yes, of course.
As soon as my love is dead,
I will give you a call.
We can do coffee,
One day.

Talk vehemently.
About nothing.
Probably, even smile,
As we lie to each other
About not feeling
Anything at all.

It takes time
To kill the truth.
There are no skipping stones,
Or shortcuts
From the pain.

Give love time, please,
To truly wither
And die.
Become nothing
Dry, bitter
A mutual shame.

Then the putrid ash
Of a love denied,
Falls wasted
Crushed, too sodden
To ever fly.

Some time later
We say hello.
I shed a tear
And force a smile-
The only way
Was to say goodbye.


(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Not Lost But Free.

Not Lost But Free.
I miss you-
Why shouldn´t I?
I either had to let you go,
Or watch you die.
So, now I feign pleasure
As you soar in the sky.
She is happier there
You'll hear my lies sigh.
But she comes back,
Says hello.
Trusts me. for
In a cage she is not.
We steal time together,
Lock ourselves away even.
To be together,
Close our eyes and find heaven.
With open eyes
We face the world
Once closed
We are one.

(Gerry Aldridge 2017)




Saturday, May 6, 2017

The Perfect Place.



The Perfect Place.
I have never seen
A more comfortable
Place to be.
No need to leap.
Just come
Look with me .
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

People who are afraid to live the truth, will never tell you the truth-

People who are afraid to live the truth, will never tell you the truth-
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Depths Of Love


Depths Of Love
If love both
Made you smile
And scared you stiff,
Let you snuggle up
And then watch you drown
As you sweat your bed.
Would you
Question any
Part of it?
Or dive right in
Knowing you will never
Be the same again?
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

Friday, April 28, 2017

Never Apart

Never Apart

We smile and sleep together, 
Time and space 
Do not intefere,
Whatsoever.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)

Thursday, April 27, 2017

Poetry Day 2017 Lisbon, Portugal

I finally got my recordings from Poetry Day 2017 at CCB- A little nervous. I need to work on my delivery, I think lol
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iFqzB8T7Tg&t=2s


Tuesday, April 25, 2017

" Sonho" de Ana Beatriz Carvalho


Hello Beatriz, thank you for this wonderful contribution. I hope it will appear in the up and coming poetry day we are organising in Cascais :)
 " Sonho"

Eu queria escrever o verso perfeito
Ser o próprio poema
Senti-lo por inteiro em meu peito.

Ser o sangue que corre
Em cada palavra,
Ser a seiva
E o desgosto,
Uma só lágrima em meu rosto.

Ser a própria rosa
O aroma suave do poeta
A pena que acarinha,
A inspiração,
A profecia divina,
O profeta.

Que descessem anjos do céu
Só para o ouvir
Que harpas dedilhassem salmos
Doces maestros de minh'alma.

Nas igrejas das aldeias
Que os sinos dobrassem Avé-Marias
Mãos unidas em preces benditas
Corações cantando Aleluias infinitas...

Ser a iluminada
A escolhida
A abençoada
A que julga voar mais alto,
A águia real.

E por fim,
Pedindo perdão á poesia,
Ser assim...
Apenas eu,
Tudo o que sou...
Emoção pura e fantasia.

Hó pomba branca!
Que toca,
E beija
Como a inocência de uma criança,
Esta magia que em nós desperta
Toda a benção de ser poeta.


Ana Beatriz Carvalho 

The Carnation Revolution.

The Carnation Revolution.
It is very humbly I dare to write a poem about this day.
When the day came
The Portuguese chose not
To fight fire with fire.
Instead,
They rose above it,
Elevated justice,
Portrayed humanity
In a light
That was even stronger
And much higher.
Flower power
Was the weapon of the hour.
Love was the key
To toppling the throne
Of those who held their grip
On a heart of stone.
The bad were not bad,
The good were good,
And Portugal returned
To the way it should.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)



Saturday, April 8, 2017

True Self

Once you learn how to manipulate words...there are no limits. 
It will be the conversations with your innerself that write the memoir and not the book.
-Gerry Aldridge

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

O Tejo

O Tejo.
The mysterious Tejo-
When she yawns,
No one knows
If she is going to sleep,
Or waking up.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)


The Ghosts Of Lisboa.

The Ghosts Of Lisboa.
As ghosts we encircle Lisboa,
Riding high on the salty breath
Of sweet breezes
Whispered from the Tejo.
Bitter sweet the journey we take.
Liberating to the point of imprisonment,
When all that stands between us
Is a point of view.
The only one being,
I love you.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)


Saturday, March 18, 2017

Simple Math

Simple Math

First- I have just realised why we cannot work this out.
Second- Nothing seems to make things right, does it?
FirstWe are so naive. There is no compromise in love. You cannot mould it, shape it, or organise it There is no tailoring, adapting or conceding- Contolling love is the same as cramming air into a sieve.
- So, now you understand why I can be your lover, but I will never be your friend.
Second - I will try to do the math.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)


Friday, March 17, 2017

'Why am I still disturbed by the silence of everything I have thrown so far away?'

'Why am I still disturbed by the silence of everything I have thrown so far away?'


Lisbon Revisited

Nada me prende a nada.
Quero cinqüenta coisas ao mesmo tempo.
Anseio com uma angústia de fome de carne
O que não sei que seja -
Definidamente pelo indefinido...
Durmo irrequieto, e vivo num sonhar irrequieto
De quem dorme irrequieto, metade a sonhar.
Fecharam-me todas as portas abstratas e necessárias.
Correram cortinas de todas as hipóteses que eu poderia ver da rua.
Não há na travessa achada o número da porta que me deram.
Acordei para a mesma vida para que tinha adormecido.
Até os meus exércitos sonhados sofreram derrota.
Até os meus sonhos se sentiram falsos ao serem sonhados.
Até a vida só desejada me farta - até essa vida...
Compreendo a intervalos desconexos;
Escrevo por lapsos de cansaço;
E um tédio que é até do tédio arroja-me à praia.
Não sei que destino ou futuro compete à minha angústia sem leme;
Não sei que ilhas do sul impossível aguardam-me naufrago;
ou que palmares de literatura me darão ao menos um verso.
Não, não sei isto, nem outra coisa, nem coisa nenhuma...
E, no fundo do meu espírito, onde sonho o que sonhei,
Nos campos últimos da alma, onde memoro sem causa
(E o passado é uma névoa natural de lágrimas falsas),
Nas estradas e atalhos das florestas longínquas
Onde supus o meu ser,
Fogem desmantelados, últimos restos
Da ilusão final,
Os meus exércitos sonhados, derrotados sem ter sido,
As minhas cortes por existir, esfaceladas em Deus.
Outra vez te revejo,
Cidade da minha infância pavorosamente perdida...
Cidade triste e alegre, outra vez sonho aqui...
Eu? Mas sou eu o mesmo que aqui vivi, e aqui voltei,
E aqui tornei a voltar, e a voltar.
E aqui de novo tornei a voltar?
Ou somos todos os Eu que estive aqui ou estiveram,
Uma série de contas-entes ligados por um fio-memória,
Uma série de sonhos de mim de alguém de fora de mim?
Outra vez te revejo,
Com o coração mais longínquo, a alma menos minha.
Outra vez te revejo - Lisboa e Tejo e tudo -,
Transeunte inútil de ti e de mim,
Estrangeiro aqui como em toda a parte,
Casual na vida como na alma,
Fantasma a errar em salas de recordações,
Ao ruído dos ratos e das tábuas que rangem
No castelo maldito de ter que viver...
Outra vez te revejo,
Sombra que passa através das sombras, e brilha
Um momento a uma luz fúnebre desconhecida,
E entra na noite como um rastro de barco se perde
Na água que deixa de se ouvir...
Outra vez te revejo,
Mas, ai, a mim não me revejo!
Partiu-se o espelho mágico em que me revia idêntico,
E em cada fragmento fatídico vejo só um bocado de mim -
Um bocado de ti e de mim!...
-Fernando Pessoa

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Can I Have A piece Of The Future Now?

Can I Have A piece Of The Future Now?
Can I ask to marry you in advance?
Will you promise to be there,
Ready for the first and
Last dance?
Can I live the moment now?
Will you share it with me,
Imagine what it
Will be?
Can we cherish what we had?
Will you not forsake me,
Destroy, or remove
The memory?
I will,
Can you?
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)

Journey To Nowhere.

Journey To Nowhere.
Friends was too much
And less is not enough.
There is nowhere to be
Unless you are with me.
So I shall keep sailing,
Not further or closer away.
Just passing time until
I find you again.

(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)

Saturday, March 11, 2017

Death of a star.

Two sides to every story-
Death of a star.

Her:

You have lost your glow
All the beautiful colours have gone.
The sun that shone through you,
Lifting my heart
Turning thoughts into song
Has dried up,
Changed you back into stone.
And the hope that I had
Has left me alone.
I have turned back
Into the rock I was not,
And you are no more precious
Than a whim I had,
Which lasted too long.

Him:
I have lost my glow
All the beautiful colours have gone.
The sun that shone through me.
Lifting your heart
Turning thoughts into song
Has dried up.
Changed me back into stone.
And the hope that you had
Has left you alone.
You have turned back
Into the rock you were not,
And I am no more precious
Than a whim you had.
Which lasted too long.
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)

Friday, March 10, 2017

I No Longer Live Here And There Is Nowhere I want To Go.

I No Longer Live Here And There Is Nowhere I want To Go.
I want to go on a journey.
One that has no end,
But a car will only take me
From here to a place called there.
A train will only go from A to B
They require tickets to somewhere.
And a taxi willingly carries me
To a specific destination.
As long as I pay the fare.
Where can I find a journey that has no end?
I do not want an End.
I want to keep going
And leave everything else behind-
................
A boat would do it-
The horizon has no end.
But if I hit a storm,
Sink and drown
Death is a place, too.

I do not want to go anywhere-
Never stop,
Just continue.
...................
And hope I find her again
(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)

Saturday, March 4, 2017

Deserving.

First-I do not deserve this!
What a strange word- deserve.
Who decides?
When does a spontaneous moment of anger
become an eternity of disappointment?
First- I pissed some people off.
Second- What did you do?
First- I let my emotions rule.
Second- I cannot punish you for that.
First- I will punish myself forever.
Second- Why do we not make friends?
First- Because I can only be your friend when you tell me you do not love me.
Second- I....can't.
First- Then we will never be friends, only lovers that cannot be friends.

(Gerry Aldridge 2017)

Friday, March 3, 2017

Sometimes I want To Be Sad

Sometimes I want To Be Sad 
Ha Ha Ha
I met a happy man today,
He asked if I was sad.
I told him that his kind concern
Had only made me glad.
Ha ha ha.
I turned the corner
Destroyed his smiles,
But quickly mended them again
And overcame myself with style.
Ha ha ha.
(Gerry Aldridge 2017)

" Poema triste "

This poet gets more and more...... Welcome back Beatriz, your poems always move us incredibly X
I read Portuguese, but it is the rhythm I really listen to, not the literal words because I do not understand the language enough to trust them. I especially love the cheeky ending x Sad things are sometimes beautiful. Fernando Pessoa wrote a poem about looking beyond the clouds at the sun, which is still there, it is not because nightfalls the sun has disappeared..it is still somewhere, you just have to look beyond. Beyond this sadness is a beautiful story: 

" Poema triste "

Porque és tão triste 
Meu poema
Quem te fez chorar assim
Vem aconchegar-te em meu regaço
E descansa esse teu cansaço

De mágoas
Saudades
E tristezas sem fim...

E depois conta-me
Bem de mansinho
Essa tua pobre sina
Que te padece
E enlouquece

Abraça-te a mim
E esquece
Dá um tempo á poesia
Que seja ela própria
Por um só dia

Que chorem os poetas
Em rimas desconexas
Que te procurem em vão
Como ondas perdidas 
De encontro a rochas
Pedindo perdão

E depois,
Adormece...
E deixa que eu peça
E rogue á tristeza
Que te faça um soneto
De eterna beleza.

Ana Beatriz Carvalho 

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Humans.


Humans.
There are three certain sins:
1. Hurting others because you are too afraid to be yourself.
2. Hurting others to help yourself.
3. Hurting yourself to help others.
If you drop something and say sorry,
It does not make it better.
If you clip an angels wings
It will not kill her.
But if you go all the way
There will be nothing at all
Left to say.
-And that means certain death.
No more love,
Emptiness as deep and profound
As the overwhelming heights of greatness.
Cannot be matched
Undone, or rehashed.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)


Sunday, February 26, 2017

LoVe

LoV
imagine-if someone loved you so much that everything was worth it-Imagine loving someone that never said a word. Imagine a love so real you have to escape yourself in order to address it- I think Life is all about this and more :) :) :) as for love, I am still confused-Who is it?