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Beyond dusk where haunting voices remain
fleeting lovers wander fleeing compromise
chasing mermaids who dwell in the rain

The moon encourages desires it cannot sustain
with starry skies laid out to mesmerize
beyond dusk where haunting voices remain

Lust burns without temporal constraint
it crinkles beneath the tongue to hypnotize
chasing mermaids who dwell in the rain

Not all sunsets deserve exuberant acclaim
some herald the scent of demise
beyond dusk where haunting voices remain

Defeated sirens gather to exclaim
drowning should not come as a surprise
chasing mermaids who dwell in the rain

All drifters bring the same flickering flame
they come to breathe hope into the sunrise
clandestine mornings where haunting voices remain
chasing mermaids who dwell in the rain


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I followed blindly once for I believed
until I realized there was no one to follow
nowhere to go, nothing to be achieved
lights shining on black tar grew hollow
darkness always demanding to be pleased
pretending to be something else so shallow
some fictional character who cannot help
for character, you have to build yourself

I envied the vastness of the seven seas
with monstrous beauty, reckless and light
where malice grows in small degrees
through the withering hours of starless nights
allowing rivers to run against enemy breeze
to the bitter end of measly fights
crowds gather for spectacle on the square
drowning boat whistles shattering the…


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Used with permission from publisher © Six Herons


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Young loves can sometimes last forever
others just as long as one kiss
unfolding between always and never
renouncing the arrows cupids miss

blinded by passion’s power plays
led by a flawed idea of salvation
attuned to measures of forgiveness as you pray
days become the language of elation
entranced by the whirlwind of imagination

masked by the frailty of weapons
ingenuity carries mistakes but never recovers
gentle as initial drafts swamped by wrong perceptions
hesitant in front of riots bursting with vivid colors
tamed by the worship of fleeting lovers

bomb after bomb like drops of rain upon sand
ephemeral wars end with every…

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Nuno Ricardo

A poet who codes or a coder with odes. Collects poems in books @ www.nunoricardopoetry.com

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