A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Dear John,
you've been long gone
but the dream still lives on.
With peace, you can't go wrong.
The weak can't be subdued by the strong.
At least not for too long.
"Give Peace A Chance" you once wrote in a song.
Composed in your mother tongue,
it was a message so strong
that was heard form New York to Hong Kong.
And like the moon, the stars and the sun,
It still shines on, and on and on.
All Rights Reserved - 2009 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
Saturday, 26 December 2009
Tuesday, 1 September 2009
TO GABI
GABI, Amigona querida, estes versos são pra você:
"It's been quite awhile
since the last time I saw your smile.
Each and every day,
I've learned to miss your ways.
But be that as it may,
Your memory in me will never fade away."
SAUDADES!!!
Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Chapel School, Class of 1995
(Friends since K-4)
"It's been quite awhile
since the last time I saw your smile.
Each and every day,
I've learned to miss your ways.
But be that as it may,
Your memory in me will never fade away."
SAUDADES!!!
Fernando de Mello Pimentel
Chapel School, Class of 1995
(Friends since K-4)
Monday, 27 April 2009
I WANT A WOMAN
A Poem by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
I want a woman
Not just for fun
A hooker or a nun.
I want a woman
One I can’t trust,
to spark my lust.
I want a woman
Hanging on my wall
A hot sexy doll.
I want a woman
Someone I don’t know
To come and go.
I want a woman
To care and hold
Someone to grow old.
All Rights Reserved - 2009 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
I want a woman
Not just for fun
A hooker or a nun.
I want a woman
One I can’t trust,
to spark my lust.
I want a woman
Hanging on my wall
A hot sexy doll.
I want a woman
Someone I don’t know
To come and go.
I want a woman
To care and hold
Someone to grow old.
All Rights Reserved - 2009 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
Tuesday, 13 January 2009
333 ANZAC PARADE
A POEM by: Fernando de Mello Pimentel
I can clearly remember
riding the 393
from Hyde Park
to Kingsford’s round-a-bout.
The pavement, black
stretching from the CBD
to La Perouse.
I wanna go back.
333 Anzac Parade
Memories never seem to fade
cutting through
like a sharp, shiny blade.
From a balcony on unit 6B
I’ve seen many moons
and autumn leaves falling
from your maple trees.
Friends have come and gone
in this time we’ve been together.
For this I thank you
cause you’ve made my life better.
333 Anzac Parade
Memories never seem to fade
cutting through
like a sharp, shiny blade.
All Rights Reserved - 2009 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
I can clearly remember
riding the 393
from Hyde Park
to Kingsford’s round-a-bout.
The pavement, black
stretching from the CBD
to La Perouse.
I wanna go back.
333 Anzac Parade
Memories never seem to fade
cutting through
like a sharp, shiny blade.
From a balcony on unit 6B
I’ve seen many moons
and autumn leaves falling
from your maple trees.
Friends have come and gone
in this time we’ve been together.
For this I thank you
cause you’ve made my life better.
333 Anzac Parade
Memories never seem to fade
cutting through
like a sharp, shiny blade.
All Rights Reserved - 2009 FPimentel Poems & Publishing Co.
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