ONE MORE, BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS (version I)

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Looking back,
it was great.
Six more days,
and goodbye 2008!

Spending time
among friends.
A final poem?
That depends.

One more, before the year ends!

The wine is cold,
the glass is full.
Let us rule!
Young, instead of old.

I raise a toast
to all of those
I love the most!
Stay forever close!

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ONE MORE, BEFORE THE YEAR ENDS (version II)

A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Looking back,
it was great.
Six more days,
and goodbye 2008!

Having fun
with my friends.
Clapping hands.
Singing tunes.

The wine is gold,
the glass is full.
Let us rule!
Young, instead of old.

I raise a toast
to all of those
I love the most!
Stay forever close!

A final poem,
with dividends.
One more,
before the year ends!

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INSOMNIA

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Rolling left, rolling right
can’t shut my eyes at night.
Staring at the alarm clock light
3:00 AM shinning bright!

A lot going on in my mind,
but absolutely no sleep.
Why do I bother counting sheep?
Nevermind!

Had a glass of milk.
Still wide awake.
Getting hot under this quilt.
Oh, please gimme a break!

Where the hell is Mr. Sandman?
Running late again.
That’s 5 nights in a row!
What if he decides not to show?

My thoughts are pure caffeine,
on the run and burning steam.
I don’t think I’ll get to dream.
This insomnia is really mean.

Keeping me up
and putting me down.
Turned my smile into a frown.
Damn this town!

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TWENTY ONE

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Winner, winner
chicken dinner.
This is but a misdemeanor.
Who's the mighty winner?

Countin' fast,
playin’ cool.
I’m the best,
you’re a fool.

Countin' chips,
makin’ money.
Sailin' ships,
love me honey.

Drinkin’ liquor,
spreadin’ rumors.
Fancy humor?
Ask Wilbur.

Beat the rest,
I’m the best.
Put to test,
time to rest.

Havin’ fun,
about to shout.
Check it out,
twenty one!

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WHITE CHRISTMAS

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

A time for joy
A time for love
A time for toys
A time for doves

White Christmas

A time for peace
A time for caring
A time for truce
A time for Mary

White Christmas

A time for brothers
A time for snow
A time for sisters
A time for soul

White Christmas

A time for Jesus
A time for tolerance
A time for us
A time for deliverance

White Christmas

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ALL THE KNOTS

A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

I’m here in this very spot
staring at what I’ve got.
Can’t connect the dots,
until I untie all the knots.

Many battles I’ve fought.
More than you would’ve thought.
Some I’ve won, some I’ve lost.
All at a considerable cost.

All those knots!
They’re so many, I lost count.
Untie them all? Maybe not.
It’s quite a large amount.

But this is what life’s all about.
There’s no easy way out.
So why kick, scream and shout?
Failure, like success, is nobody’s fault.

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I SCREAM

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Blue sphere
Warming up
Melting here

I scream
Stop it!
Act now!

Blue sphere
Standing up
Walking here

I scream
No cars!
Drive less!

Blue sphere
Speaking up
Fighting here

I scream
Carbon free!
Zero emissions!

Blue sphere
Looking up
Praying here

I scream
Green today!
Live tomorrow!

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GOMER PYLE

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

I’m a morbid obese
who has a craving for nachos & cheese.
Nobody phones me. Not even my niece.
I’m so lonely I even named my rifle “Chanice”.
Pleased to meet you, I’m Gomer Pyle.

I’m so useless I can’t even make my own bed.
The other day, I fucked up so bad
that the entire platoon beat me ‘til I was nearly dead.
They were looking for bats, but used soap bars instead.
Pleased to meet you, I’m Gomer Pyle.

I’m always hungry, that’s why I keep a jelly doughnut.
The extra calories have added 10 inches to my butt.
I’ve been acting quite weird lately. I may be going nuts.
That’s probably because lately I haven’t had Pizza Hut.
Pleased to meet you, I’m Gomer Pyle.

Sergeant Hartman really despises me and so does Joker.
He has to put up with all the bullshit of babysitting me.
During his free time he no longer plays Poker.
I embarrass the platoon. Everyone seems to agree.
Pleased to meet you, I’m Gomer Pyle.

I’m in a complete world of shit now. Can you see?
I didn’t even hear the sergeant saying “0300 Infantry”.
It seems like I’ve made it, but without my sanity.
I’m all alone in the bathroom. Just my rifle and me.
Pleased to meet you, I’m Gomer Pyle.

It’s 3 in the morning and I start yelling the USMC creed.
Joker walks in and doesn’t believe such crazy deed.
A little push. That’s all I want. That’s all I need.
To pull the trigger and make someone bleed.
Pleased to meet you, I’m Gomer Pyle.

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THE 3 AMIGOS FROM DETROIT

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

Chrysler, GM and Ford
with a power-trio like this,
the Auto Industry will never get bored...

Gone are them days
of the glorious Model T,
Pontiac, Saturn and also the Humvee.

The 21 billion bail-out package
wouldn’t be enough to repair all of the damage,
and was halted by the folks on Capitol Hill.

By the way, how do the workers in Detroit feel?
They’re about to be buried deep
in motorized coffins made of steel.

Down and round the spiral goes
packed with a handful of desperate C.E.O’s.
What to do? None of them knows.

Will they give up their fat bonuses, stock options
and even their exorbitant salaries?
Or will they continue living in a world of fantasy?

The awful truth about this matter is…
…that their bottom lines can’t afford any of these luxuries.
It’s not like the movies!

What about the corporate jet planes?
I don’t think these should remain.
They ought to be sold.

What about us, the shareholders?
Will we get any gold
or just the bone?

Oh, shit!
The 3 Amigos from Detroit!
What have they done to our profits?

Quick!!!
Get me Mr. Wagoner, Mr. Mulally and Mr. Nardelli
on the phone!!!

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MY BELOVED CONCUBINE

A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel

The chords from your guitar
echo back from nineteen sixty nine,
just like the light from twinkling stars
travelling through space and time.

They bring memories from very far,
along with words that when combined
produce the perfect rhyme.
Suddenly, I’m back to my prime.

To the days when all was fine.
You and I together in one heart,
just like ribbons intertwined.
The absolute state-of-the-art!

Oh, I wish we could re-start
rejoining your life with mine,
to never let you part
my beloved concubine.

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