A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
The very essence of southern rock
lies beyond the crossroads of reason.
Where my spirit glides as free as a bird.
Floating really high against the wind.
The Lord is a witness to my height.
He blesses my way into this other world
where I´m just a simple man
wondering across its vastness.
There I´m not a lonely soul
and my heart is not cold.
My spirit molds in form of a biker.
A hell angel baptised in fire
drifting with no destination
easy riding past the gates of time.
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Monday, 23 April 2007
Thursday, 19 April 2007
IN MEMORIAM - LIVIU LIBRESCU
BY: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Somebody once said that "Images speak louder than 10,000 words".
However, the selfless act of sacrifice of Mr. Liviu Librescu, a holocaust survivor, is one that not even the infinity of words will be able to properly describe it. It is something way beyond our modest comprehensions.
Motivated by genuine altruism, Mr. Librescu taught the entire world last Monday that his love for his fellow Virginia Tech students, and why not say mankind, was above all things.
May his example live strongly throughout the years and enlighten our world from all darkness.
May God bless your soul.
PEACE!
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Somebody once said that "Images speak louder than 10,000 words".
However, the selfless act of sacrifice of Mr. Liviu Librescu, a holocaust survivor, is one that not even the infinity of words will be able to properly describe it. It is something way beyond our modest comprehensions.
Motivated by genuine altruism, Mr. Librescu taught the entire world last Monday that his love for his fellow Virginia Tech students, and why not say mankind, was above all things.
May his example live strongly throughout the years and enlighten our world from all darkness.
May God bless your soul.
PEACE!
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Wednesday, 18 April 2007
TROUBLED WATERS PART I – The Waters turn salty
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
There´s a river that runs
through a revolted mind.
It carries within its currents
Troubled Waters
As the years went by
it found its way to The Ocean.
Little by little it turned salty
by the haunting memories
of dark 44.
Not even the reflecting image
of the great gig in the sky
on its mirror-like surface
was able to calm it.
“One of these days, I´ll ease these
Troubled Waters
till they may rest in peace”,
The Ocean thought to itself.
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There´s a river that runs
through a revolted mind.
It carries within its currents
Troubled Waters
As the years went by
it found its way to The Ocean.
Little by little it turned salty
by the haunting memories
of dark 44.
Not even the reflecting image
of the great gig in the sky
on its mirror-like surface
was able to calm it.
“One of these days, I´ll ease these
Troubled Waters
till they may rest in peace”,
The Ocean thought to itself.
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TROUBLED WATERS PART II – The Ship
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
One day, a Giant Ship
started making high waves
across the marine immensity
as it cruised its way
through The Ocean´s vastness.
The Ship was big and almighty.
It had stature and a unique
form of navigating itself.
In the beginning The Ocean
and The Ship were capable
of living together in harmony.
But soon the peace between them
was interrupted by the
Troubled Waters
as tensions within The Ocean´s
elements increasinly grew into turmoil.
The Ship had a keen sense of musicality.
It blew soaring notes through the air
which made all the fish, whales and
other sea creatures stand in awe.
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One day, a Giant Ship
started making high waves
across the marine immensity
as it cruised its way
through The Ocean´s vastness.
The Ship was big and almighty.
It had stature and a unique
form of navigating itself.
In the beginning The Ocean
and The Ship were capable
of living together in harmony.
But soon the peace between them
was interrupted by the
Troubled Waters
as tensions within The Ocean´s
elements increasinly grew into turmoil.
The Ship had a keen sense of musicality.
It blew soaring notes through the air
which made all the fish, whales and
other sea creatures stand in awe.
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TROUBLED WATERS PART III – The Clash
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
But the river´s waters, which were once
sweet in nature, were now salty.
Lyrically, they were quite uneasy indeed,
the Troubled Waters.
They wanted full creative control
over The Ocean´s domains.
The Ocean, The Ship and The Troubled Waters,
which were once One,
now became too distant from each other
and even from their own selves.
They started to ‘wish they were there’,
instead of lost in the empty feelings
of their burdened souls.
They even missed the bright light
of their beloved moon,
which was now taken by darkness.
And so The Ship and the Troubled Waters
inevitably clashed in confrontation.
The Troubled Waters intensely tried to capsize
The Ship with its shakingly egocentric waves.
The Ship, on its turn, fought hard to keep
itself over the top of things,
and always on the surface.
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But the river´s waters, which were once
sweet in nature, were now salty.
Lyrically, they were quite uneasy indeed,
the Troubled Waters.
They wanted full creative control
over The Ocean´s domains.
The Ocean, The Ship and The Troubled Waters,
which were once One,
now became too distant from each other
and even from their own selves.
They started to ‘wish they were there’,
instead of lost in the empty feelings
of their burdened souls.
They even missed the bright light
of their beloved moon,
which was now taken by darkness.
And so The Ship and the Troubled Waters
inevitably clashed in confrontation.
The Troubled Waters intensely tried to capsize
The Ship with its shakingly egocentric waves.
The Ship, on its turn, fought hard to keep
itself over the top of things,
and always on the surface.
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TROUBLED WATERS PART IV – Isolation
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
But, about around the year of double 7,
The Ocean, The Ship and The Troubled Waters
reached the pinnacle of their joust,
as their actions and words
were as sharply pointed as medieval lances.
Actually, they fought more like wild Animals.
All and all, their battle of intolerance raged on.
Little by little and bit by bit,
all of them changed their resentments
into personal grievances against each other.
These bleak sentiments were the underlying foundations
of future events yet to be unfolded.
Meanwhile, the fighting gave way to isolation.
As a giant emotional rampart was built
within The Ocean´s medium,
segregating The Ship from The Troubled Waters.
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But, about around the year of double 7,
The Ocean, The Ship and The Troubled Waters
reached the pinnacle of their joust,
as their actions and words
were as sharply pointed as medieval lances.
Actually, they fought more like wild Animals.
All and all, their battle of intolerance raged on.
Little by little and bit by bit,
all of them changed their resentments
into personal grievances against each other.
These bleak sentiments were the underlying foundations
of future events yet to be unfolded.
Meanwhile, the fighting gave way to isolation.
As a giant emotional rampart was built
within The Ocean´s medium,
segregating The Ship from The Troubled Waters.
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Tuesday, 17 April 2007
BLUE MONDAY
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
The alarm clock rings.
A damn new week is born today.
The view out the window
depicts stale shades of gray.
Just more of that same old...
No birds in the sky.
No cars in the street.
No children at play.
Sounds like Blue Monday.
The only appealing view
is that of those warm wrinkled sheets
lying on that languid bed.
Breakfast is so insipid
it´s hard to swallow.
It isn´t sweet or sour.
Tastes like Blue Monday.
There´s plenty of dull time to kill today.
Feels like an entire day fits in an hour.
The reticent man makes
his way out the door.
His steps are dead heavy
even for the concrete floor.
Walks past faceless pedestrians.
They all appear the same in their shity mood.
Looks like Blue Monday.
The air is so cold it pierces through his garments.
He starts wondering what it would´ve been like
had he stayed under those warm cozy sheets.
“Heavenly Bliss!”, he reasons.
But no. He´s out on the freezing streets
and shivering to very tips of his toes.
Feels like Blue Monday.
Don´t think you´d want to know what
Blue Monday smells like...
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The alarm clock rings.
A damn new week is born today.
The view out the window
depicts stale shades of gray.
Just more of that same old...
No birds in the sky.
No cars in the street.
No children at play.
Sounds like Blue Monday.
The only appealing view
is that of those warm wrinkled sheets
lying on that languid bed.
Breakfast is so insipid
it´s hard to swallow.
It isn´t sweet or sour.
Tastes like Blue Monday.
There´s plenty of dull time to kill today.
Feels like an entire day fits in an hour.
The reticent man makes
his way out the door.
His steps are dead heavy
even for the concrete floor.
Walks past faceless pedestrians.
They all appear the same in their shity mood.
Looks like Blue Monday.
The air is so cold it pierces through his garments.
He starts wondering what it would´ve been like
had he stayed under those warm cozy sheets.
“Heavenly Bliss!”, he reasons.
But no. He´s out on the freezing streets
and shivering to very tips of his toes.
Feels like Blue Monday.
Don´t think you´d want to know what
Blue Monday smells like...
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Monday, 16 April 2007
FENDER BLACKIE
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
FENDER BLACKIE...
THE LEGEND.
THE MYTH.
THE IMMORTAL.
THE GUITAR.
I LOVE YOU.
THE VERY WAY YOU ARE.
WHEN YOU WEEP.
WHEN YOU CRY.
WHEN YOU BURN.
I HAVE ONE OF MY TURNS.
WHETHER IT´S THE ROCK
OR SIMPLY THE BLUES,
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I´M TRULY FOND OF YOU.
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FENDER BLACKIE...
THE LEGEND.
THE MYTH.
THE IMMORTAL.
THE GUITAR.
I LOVE YOU.
THE VERY WAY YOU ARE.
WHEN YOU WEEP.
WHEN YOU CRY.
WHEN YOU BURN.
I HAVE ONE OF MY TURNS.
WHETHER IT´S THE ROCK
OR SIMPLY THE BLUES,
I WANT YOU TO KNOW
I´M TRULY FOND OF YOU.
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Friday, 6 April 2007
FERNANDO´S HANDY GUIDE TO IMPROVING YOUR WRITING SKILLS IN 08 SIMPLE STEPS:
BY: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
1) Trust you intuition...
Most of the greatest poetry ever written relied on one´s ability in focusing feeling and passion, elements which all of us, human beings, have got plenty of.
2) Set the mood...Set the scope.
How are you feeling about a determined subject you are writing about? Whether it is anger, wrath, fear, desperation, love, redemption, bliss, or comfort, it is very important to set the mood. This will certainly influence the way you develop your text. In addition to this, set a scope of what exactly you want to put down on paper. This will be your “spinal chord”, your main highway to help you keep your thoughts on track.
3) Start drafting your ideas on paper...
You don´t necessarily have to get your poem ready and sharp on the first shot! No way, Jose! Scribbling is an adorable exercise! It´s an excellent opportunity to let your IDEAS FLOW!!!
4) Have a Thesaurus and a Dictionary at hand...
For synonyms and antonyms and meanings, respectively. It helps alot!
5) Proofread...
Read your writings over and over to check for mistakes, typo´s, incoherences, spelling, etc...
6) Let a trusted friend/colleague read your "final draft"...
Invite a friend/colleague you trust to read your final draft. Ask him to make his honest remarks about it. Be ready for his/her criticism, whether it might be positive or negative. No matter what the outcome, don´t take it personal!!! Your friends are honest and will always express their beliefs accordingly (if they´re really you´re friends and if their intentions are good).
7) READ, READ, and READ...
The fabric of good writing is the result of a solid and vast repertoire! Mastering various styles and techniques is only achieved with in-depth research. Read different styles and different authors! Variety is essential!!! So is consistency!!!
8) DON´T GIVE UP...
If you cherish writing, keep on writing. As hard as it may be. Try to do it on a daily basis! Even if you´re not really inspired! Good writers are those who can write great pieces at any time!
GOOD LUCK!!!
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1) Trust you intuition...
Most of the greatest poetry ever written relied on one´s ability in focusing feeling and passion, elements which all of us, human beings, have got plenty of.
2) Set the mood...Set the scope.
How are you feeling about a determined subject you are writing about? Whether it is anger, wrath, fear, desperation, love, redemption, bliss, or comfort, it is very important to set the mood. This will certainly influence the way you develop your text. In addition to this, set a scope of what exactly you want to put down on paper. This will be your “spinal chord”, your main highway to help you keep your thoughts on track.
3) Start drafting your ideas on paper...
You don´t necessarily have to get your poem ready and sharp on the first shot! No way, Jose! Scribbling is an adorable exercise! It´s an excellent opportunity to let your IDEAS FLOW!!!
4) Have a Thesaurus and a Dictionary at hand...
For synonyms and antonyms and meanings, respectively. It helps alot!
5) Proofread...
Read your writings over and over to check for mistakes, typo´s, incoherences, spelling, etc...
6) Let a trusted friend/colleague read your "final draft"...
Invite a friend/colleague you trust to read your final draft. Ask him to make his honest remarks about it. Be ready for his/her criticism, whether it might be positive or negative. No matter what the outcome, don´t take it personal!!! Your friends are honest and will always express their beliefs accordingly (if they´re really you´re friends and if their intentions are good).
7) READ, READ, and READ...
The fabric of good writing is the result of a solid and vast repertoire! Mastering various styles and techniques is only achieved with in-depth research. Read different styles and different authors! Variety is essential!!! So is consistency!!!
8) DON´T GIVE UP...
If you cherish writing, keep on writing. As hard as it may be. Try to do it on a daily basis! Even if you´re not really inspired! Good writers are those who can write great pieces at any time!
GOOD LUCK!!!
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NUMBERS & SEASONS
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Life is simple:
9 months to be born
18 springs to drive a car
4 winters to gain a degree
60 summers to fall in love
1 autumn to downfall
You can understand it all
with Numbers & Seasons
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Life is simple:
9 months to be born
18 springs to drive a car
4 winters to gain a degree
60 summers to fall in love
1 autumn to downfall
You can understand it all
with Numbers & Seasons
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Tuesday, 3 April 2007
ADVERBIAL ADVENTURE - Part I
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Synapses nervously junctioning the right to the left
gradually modifying my complex behavioral conduct.
Uniterruptedly, it kept on going night after night
shaping me into a sanctimoniously re-arranged product.
Curiously, I once used to be very earnest in nature
but such state of being stayed way back in a longly distant past.
Now I´m not resiliant enough to withstand the future´s test.
It was just too high a price for me, a soulfully sensitive outcast.
For my actions were subject to adverbial modification
in the spheres of time, condition and place.
Existencialist reflexions have been irrevocably silenced in the subconscious space.
Quickly signaling my solemn unavoidable departure
towards a distant, blatantly obscure rapture.
Nothing´s left to fill the void, but countless words in this stale phrase.
Where I, the mindless subject, am now lost in my own pseudo-thoughts.
I am vigorously trapped in the misleading thread of this narrative´s senseless plot.
Apathy mercilessly strikes me!
I now miss the initial activity alot!
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Synapses nervously junctioning the right to the left
gradually modifying my complex behavioral conduct.
Uniterruptedly, it kept on going night after night
shaping me into a sanctimoniously re-arranged product.
Curiously, I once used to be very earnest in nature
but such state of being stayed way back in a longly distant past.
Now I´m not resiliant enough to withstand the future´s test.
It was just too high a price for me, a soulfully sensitive outcast.
For my actions were subject to adverbial modification
in the spheres of time, condition and place.
Existencialist reflexions have been irrevocably silenced in the subconscious space.
Quickly signaling my solemn unavoidable departure
towards a distant, blatantly obscure rapture.
Nothing´s left to fill the void, but countless words in this stale phrase.
Where I, the mindless subject, am now lost in my own pseudo-thoughts.
I am vigorously trapped in the misleading thread of this narrative´s senseless plot.
Apathy mercilessly strikes me!
I now miss the initial activity alot!
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ADVERBIAL ADVENTURE - Part II
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Synapses suddenly revert, from the wrong to the right
and more and more they add verbs
the linking and the action ones.
Please let them be free now of those jeopardizing modifiers
because, you know, they do inflict upon my actions
and I, the subject, am the one who´s being terrifyingly penalised!
Let me have a permanent pause, from this adverbial adventure.
Let me shift from clause to sentece.
Let me be wholly again.
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Synapses suddenly revert, from the wrong to the right
and more and more they add verbs
the linking and the action ones.
Please let them be free now of those jeopardizing modifiers
because, you know, they do inflict upon my actions
and I, the subject, am the one who´s being terrifyingly penalised!
Let me have a permanent pause, from this adverbial adventure.
Let me shift from clause to sentece.
Let me be wholly again.
All Rights Reserved - 2007 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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