Thursday, December 7, 2017

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Sunday, November 26, 2017

A Love That Survives The Seasons

You talk a lot.
I like it.
You do a lot,
I like that, too.
Most of all,
You tell me you love me.
And I feel safe,
Because I believe you love me,
And I am in love with you, too.
Gerry Aldridge - Eva Ericsson 2017

Sunday, July 30, 2017

Dia de Poesia Cascais library 16th Setembro 2017

The date is fixed. If you would like to come and read a poem of your own, or by a poet you enjoy, come and see us in Cacsais library on 16th September. We are hoping to make it an interesting afternoon with discussion and poetry and song from around the world.
Special guest appearance by Fernando Pessoa and friends :) 

Monday, July 24, 2017

The Wrong Ending

Sem Titulo.
We ripped out
The last page of our journey
From the book
That tells our story.
So, I send you the words
Upon the wind.
Please, open your window
And let them in.
No more talking,
No more listening.
The simple truth is,
We´re neverending.
2nd version-
We wrote the wrong ending
To our journey.
In the book that
Tells our story.
So, I send you the words
Upon the wind.
Please, open your window
And let them in.
No more talking,
No more listening.
The truth can change,
But love is everlasting.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
Artwork- Edvard Munch - Girl Looking out the Window,

Friday, July 21, 2017

I am tired.....

Estou cansada, cada vez mais incompreendida e insatisfeita comigo, com a vida e com os outros. Diz-me, porque não nasci igual aos outros, sem dúvidas, sem desejos de impossível? E é isto que me traz sempre desvairada, incompatível com a vida que toda a gente vive...
I am tired, more and more misunderstood and dissatisfied with myself, life and with others. Tell me, why was I not born the same as other people, without doubts, without impossible desires? This is what leaves me bewildered and incompatible with the life everybody else lives
Florbela Espanca

Saturday, July 15, 2017


And if I touched
Hands of snow,
I should warm them,
Make them glow.
Your reticence
I would address,
Through an honest.
Friendly caress.
How would you
Cope with my fear,
Stop me trembling
Dry my tears?
With wet hands
Coated in salty ice,
Collecting tears whilst lying,
Trying to think twice.
Make haste,
Drop the daisies.
Run home,
Before everything
Is too late.
It is only
Through inaction,
We can deny
Our love is Fate.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

The End

"The upside of reaching the point of no return, is that there is no return."
-Gerry Aldridge

Friday, July 14, 2017

A Verdadeira Liberdade

A Verdadeira Liberdade

A liberdade, sim, a liberdade!
A verdadeira liberdade!
Pensar sem desejos nem convicções.
Ser dono de si mesmo sem influência de romances! 
Existir sem Freud nem aeroplanos,
Sem cabarets, nem na alma, sem velocidades, nem no cansaço!
A liberdade do vagar, do pensamento são, do amor às coisas naturais
A liberdade de amar a moral que é preciso dar à vida!
Como o luar quando as nuvens abrem
A grande liberdade cristã da minha infância que rezava
Estende de repente sobre a terra inteira o seu manto de prata para mim...
A liberdade, a lucidez, o raciocínio coerente,
A noção jurídica da alma dos outros como humana,
A alegria de ter estas coisas, e poder outra vez
Gozar os campos sem referência a coisa nenhuma
E beber água como se fosse todos os vinhos do mundo!
Passos todos passinhos de criança...
Sorriso da velha bondosa...
Apertar da mão do amigo [sério?]...
Que vida que tem sido a minha!
Quanto tempo de espera no apeadeiro!
Quanto viver pintado em impresso da vida!
Ah, tenho uma sede sã. Dêem-me a liberdade,
Dêem-ma no púcaro velho de ao pé do pote
Da casa do campo da minha velha infância...
Eu bebia e ele chiava,
Eu era fresco e ele era fresco,
E como eu não tinha nada que me ralasse, era livre.
Que é do púcaro e da inocência?
Que é de quem eu deveria ter sido?
E salvo este desejo de liberdade e de bem e de ar, que é de mim?
Álvaro de Campos, in "Poemas (Inéditos)"
Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Cling On

"Cling on to this world for as long as possible because the next one you´ll be stuck in forever."
- Love GOD!

Only Temporary.

Only Temporary.

If you want answers, you must have the courage to ask questions. Ironically, we know most of the answers to the questions we want to ask, but we ask them, anyway. It makes us human and fallible. A bit needy, too. Hell, who cares? I know she loves me, but I want to hear it, too. I AM needy, I do not thrive on trust alone, I want proof, I want affection and I will not accept another summer of pure reflection. it reminds me of the time we kind of wed , yet nothing promised was ever said, but since that day I feel joined at the hip, and now we are separate, everything in Life feels temporary.

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017) 

- it should take more than rain...

Friday, July 7, 2017

Oh yeah, my book is free for a few days

Oh yeah, my book is free for a few days

I want To Turn Feelings Into Words.

I want To Turn Feelings Into Words.
I enjoy the struggle
To make a sentence beautiful.
Use the right adjective,
Or the precise adverb
Which is suitable.
I strive to turn emotion
Into something
We can read.
Something other people
Will believe,
Open up and
Let themselves bleed .
There is nothing more sad
Than an unhappy person
Deprived of honesty and worse.
Believe in nothing,
Except the lies
They nurture
In the safety
Of their own

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Cut My Tongue

How often do I cut my tongue,
Destroy a poem before it has even begun?
She knows the answer, doesn´t she?

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

Friday, June 30, 2017

Sighs And Butterflies.

Sighs And Butterflies.
Sighs are but butterflies,
With no real purpose,
Or intention-
At least not enough
To mention.
Let the breeze blow,
It has nowhere real to go.
Just a thought,
A kind and soothing love,
Of sort.
We were in denial.
Sure of making love
And having fun.
Fight the rain,
Fly into the sun..
But truth became
A weapon.
In the end,
Acceptance won.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

My Butterfly Story.

My Butterfly Story.
A butterfly landed
On me one day.
She tickled me silly,
Made me tremble
In a good way.
She tried hard to listen
To all I couldn¨t say.
But in the end,
To save herself,
She had to fly away.
I forced myself
to pray for God
To take our love away.
And for this I shall be sad,
Til my dying day.
(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)

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 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 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,
(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

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.
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)