An international blog about literature and ecocriticism. Here I include my own lyrics, by Rui M. and also the work of others, from 10 to 14 each month 2017: new contributions sent to ruiprcar@gmail.com Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

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This year the purpose of our Contest is to raise money to plant trees in California.

 

We fight for a better world.

Please contact us at:

ruiprcar@gmail.com

 

Enjoy poetry.

published by talesforlove às 18:26

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Is there poetry in this movie?

We must look ...

 

Have a nice day.

 

 

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published by talesforlove às 13:22

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In memory of those who died in the California fire. We need a fresh start in the relationship with the forest.

 

 

19th-century Romanticism

Enjoy.

published by talesforlove às 11:56

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There is no poetry in fires.

Here is a good text about the California fires:

 

http://edition.cnn.com/2017/10/10/us/california-fires-napa/index.html

 

 

published by talesforlove às 01:19

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It is with great joy that we announce that this year our Literary Contest will have a monetary prize. There will be a change in the format of the contest to allow more people to participate while creating the conditions for a more appealing contest in the future. There's no question we are creating something new. Thank you for wishing us luck in this new phase of our lives. A big thank you all.

See you soon and do not forget to spread the word to your friends.

published by talesforlove às 22:37

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 Please, prepare your poetry or short story (up to 3000 words) to submit!

Enjoy writing and spread the word.

Thanks.

published by talesforlove às 16:22

Lyrics:

Come, heavy sleep

Come, heavy Sleep, the image of true Death;
And close up these my weary weeping eyes:
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vital breath,
And tears my heart with Sorrow's sigh-swoll'n cries:
Come and possess my tired thought-worn soul,
That living dies, till thou on me be stole.

Come, shadow of my end, and shape of rest,
Allied to Death, child to his black-fac'd Night:
Come, thou, and charm these rebels in my breast,
Whose waking fancies do my mind affright.
O come, sweet Sleep; come or I die for ever:
Come ere my last sleep comes, or come thou never.

published by talesforlove às 00:00

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published by talesforlove às 10:29

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 Because Summer continues and lives...

 

Lyrics:

 

"Jubel"

Save me
Save me
Save me

Save me

1 2 3 4
1 2 3 4

You think I don't laugh
oh, do things I can like so,
why are we losing time

I don't want to get
up oh, bring me
what I need so, why
are we losing time

It's like I've seen
the light but you
have never known

Save me
 
Source: https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/klingande/jubel.html

 

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published by talesforlove às 23:59

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Flower Reborn (In Pedrógão)

Stubborn; As only a woman knows how to be.
Knowledgeable; As only a Goddess knows how to be.
Feminine and beautiful among the black of death,
reborn, alive, dependent on strength and not on luck.

Beautiful is your strength that gives color to the Morning.
Sunrise agape renewing Hope.
And the wind packs it, shrouded in gray dust,
that everything around him contemplates her Dance.

It is she, the Flower, who rises on the mountain,
Again, to prove that, who sowed her, was right  ...
To prove that a Goddess looks at us from the front:
without fear, despite the lifes the wind took.

 

 

Continues at

http://synchchaos.com/

by Rui M.
Notes:
Pedrógão is a locality in Portugal were 64 people died this June during a wild fire.
this and other poems in a new book "Pieces of Hope" (in English, Portuguese and Spanish)
for more info about the book contact synchchaos@gmail.com

published by talesforlove às 06:38