Fellow Walkers, by Edilson Ferreira

Fellow Walkers
by Edilson Ferreira

Sitting by the road’s edge, I watch life go by.
I see men, women, old and young people,
companions on our journey, the pilgrimage
we have embarked on, since forgotten ages.
They carry in their faces their realities and, beyond,
I try to imagine what really lead them to move on,
but cannot be seen: their well-kept secrets and desires,
their high esteem, their own motto, their ego.
They are striving to be individuals,
rather than simply one more.
Sometimes I see even myself,
mixed in the crowd, perhaps a little lost,
but firmly believing to be on the walk too.
I feel we are all connected in an invisible web
and hope we will reach, each at their own time,
that promised and dreamed land,
where happiness dwells, milk and honey spill,
and evil never finds shelter.

Mr. Ferreira, 76 years, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than in Portuguese. Widely published in international journals in print and online, he began writing at age 67, after retiring as a bank employee. Since then, he counts 147 poems published, in 223 different publications, (all originally written in English), in 44 selected literary reviews. He lives in a small country town (Formiga, Minas Gerais state), with wife, three sons and a granddaughter. Nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2017, his first Poetry Collection, Lonely Sailor, One Hundred Poems, was launched in London in November of 2018. He is always updating his works at http://www.edilsonmeloferreira.com.

Stayed by the Way, by Edilson Ferreira

Stayed by the Way
by Edilson Ferreira

Sometimes a well-intentioned soul calls up,
or even comes to me personally,
claiming to have found, in improper and improbable place,
references or things that certainly belonged to me.
I answer I do not need them, I do not miss that,
keep them where they were found.
They are pieces of myself that I had to leave
by the paths I have travelled in my life,
penalties imposed by my fellow ones,
by sudden, irrepressible and irrefutable passions,
born in a simple, loving and thoughtless heart.
Pieces that proved I did not refuse not even a little
of the portion I must share in my human condition:
I lived, suffered, loved; left my journey well marked.

Mr. Ferreira, 76 years, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than in Portuguese. Widely published in international journals in print and online, he began writing at age 67, after retiring as a bank employee. Since then, he counts 147 poems published, in 223 different publications, (all originally written in English), in 44 selected literary reviews. He lives in a small country town (Formiga, Minas Gerais state), with wife, three sons and a granddaughter. Nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2017, his first Poetry Collection, Lonely Sailor, One Hundred Poems, was launched in London in November of 2018. He is always updating his works at http://www.edilsonmeloferreira.com.

Encounter on the Road Curves, by Mr. Edilson Ferreira

Encounter on the Road Curves
by Mr. Edilson Ferreira

It was not on the straight, wide and sunny road,
that I saw you.
It was on the road’s bend, so switched a curve that
almost returned to the point from which I had come.
It was in a dark and gloomy day,
where wind did not dare to appear
and people sought to hide within themselves.
Now I know that fate had given that afternoon
as precious gift to me, when set us face to face.
Then, your beauty shone, flashed like a torch,
or a beacon in dark nights driving the sailors.
You enchanted me, like a serpent with her prey,
but not devoured, only arrested and gave me love.
In the days following our meeting,
they say the sun had shone again.
It does not concern me,
for I have won you.

Mr. Ferreira, 76 years, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than in Portuguese. Largely published in international journals in print and online, he began writing at age 67, after retirement as a bank employee. Nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2017, his first Poetry Collection, Lonely Sailor, One Hundred Poems, was launched in London, November 2018. He is always updating his works at http://www.edilsonmeloferreira.com.

Your Earthly Days, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Your Earthly Days
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

At your birth, you frightened people
by loud and harsh a cry, clamoring
by the loss of the motherly warmth
and arriving, without prior consent
at strange, indeed bright new world.
Since then, immutable fate, which
always writes the history of our days,
has given you, besides your family,
your friends, lovers, also enemies.
This, with little of hard a toil and
unfailing faith, fatally will bring you
the lot awarded for all of us: doubts
and fears, defeats, and, sometimes,
some triumphs and glories.
Expect usual and pitiless pain, but
never abdicate to pursue happiness,
although always hidden and furtive.
Prior to all, remember Eternity remains
on the Lost Paradise, far beyond from us.
Valorize your earthly days, never denying
those dark and dull ones, they are as a fee
to be alive; they are our Star of David, that
we must not refuse to carry.
Blend them with the happy ones, smiling
and going ahead, fearless and audacious,
just as must be a man.

Mr. Ferreira, 73, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, Spirit Fire Review, Red Wolf Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Creative Talents Unleashed, Algebra of Owls and some others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga (MG) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and, unhurried, is trying to publish his first Poetry Book. He began to write at age 67, after retirement as a Bank Manager. Has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2016.

Sweet Heritage, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Sweet Heritage
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

I surely know they are lost on the brumes
of a magic almost surreal past time, but
we are always, mainly at longing nights,
pushing away the mists and remembering
so sterling old days, when we did not know
how happy we were.
Surrounded at home by family,
guests commonly stared at us
admiration and ecstasy glances,
yet envious and jealous ones.
People cannot ever dream all the joy we have
on remembering those glorious unique days,
for so little affordable.
Although sorrowful we feel,
doubtful of current and coming times,
the bliss of our past still shines, being
proud pledge for the rest of our lives.

Mr. Ferreira, 73, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, Spirit Fire Review, Red Wolf Journal, Indiana Voice Journal, Creative Talents Unleashed, Algebra of Owls and some others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga (MG) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and, unhurried, is trying to publish his first Poetry Book. He began to write at age 67, after retirement as a Bank Manager. Has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2016.

Unplanned Feelings, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Unplanned Feelings
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

The world did not know, nor did we,
until today, of our relatedness,
soul mates by birth, although unknown
to each other, so long separated by fate.
Our eyes betraying us, shining by an announced
and foreshadowed sin, our hearts beating loudly,
strange emotion reddening our faces.
We know it is presage of love,
Lord of all of us humans.
Presage also for unhappy days of sorrow,
for a man cannot betray his best friend
and a woman must honor her husband.
Story that recalls old prohibited affairs
suddenly reborn in unsuspected parties
to incautious people like me and you,
quite unable to hide their feelings,
letting go so late found a love.

 

Mr. Ferreira, 73, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, Spirit Fire Review, The Provo Canyon, Red Wolf Journal, Whispers, Indiana Voice Journal, Synesthesia, Algebra of Owls and some others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga (MG) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is trying to publish his first Poetry Book by this year of 2017. He began to write at age 67, after retirement as a Bank Manager. Has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize 2016.

My Creed And My Tears, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

My Creed And My Tears
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Today I opened my mourning’s season.
I cried for the lack of solidarity and brotherhood,
for the existence, till today, of countries’ borders,
increasing inequalities and suffering among people;
for the estrangement among whites and blacks,
yellows and browns, Christians and Muslims;
for the rich that reach water from golden faucets
and the poor by carrying it in the buckets;
for the wine and salmon’s tables of the mansions
and the yesterday’s bread passing from hand to hand;
for the security of the politicians for the coming years
and the fear of common people for tomorrow;
for the dreams of the righteous that have not come true
and the audacity of the insolent who are not intimidated;
for my lack of faith that everything is on our Lord’s hands
and in His extreme love for us.
My tears have washed my body and eased my soul.
When I die, no need to cry more.
I have already cried for what matters, at least for me.

Mr. Ferreira, 73, is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese, having been published in venues like Right Hand Pointing, The Lake, The Stare’s Nest, The Provo Canyon, Red Wolf Journal, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Indiana Voice Journal, The Mocking Heart and some others. He lives in a small town (Formiga (MG) with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is trying to publish his first Poetry Book, with about 70 poems.

Earth’s Settlers, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Earth’s Settlers
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Half divine and half human,
sons of God and cousins to the angels, those
of the pure lineage as well of the fallen ones.
Always wavering from earth to the heavens,
we must give way to the ground sustaining
and sheltering strange while lovely dreams,
some nocturnal ones, some by the sunlight.
Although pure blue of heavenly landscapes,
we prefer the brown ochre of our native earth,
smelling to dear sinful brothers and sisters,
faithful companions of suffered a race.
Race that, since the dawn of our era has colonized,
on God’s command and by hard a toil, all the lands
of so rough otherwise sometimes exquisite a world.

Mr. Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Recent works have appeared in Red Wolf Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Creative Talents Unleashed (Featured Writer)), Indiana Voice Journal, The Lake, Whispers, Dead Snakes, Algebra of Owls, The Bees are Dead, The Basil O’Flaherty (Featured Poet), among many others. Ferreira lives in a small town (Formiga-MG), with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and is trying to release his first poetry book in 2017, with about 70 poems. He began to write at age 66 (seven years ago), after retirement as a Bank Manager.

Lost On Earth, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Lost On Earth
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Nothing is sadder to a soaring eagle,
used to flying above the highest ridges
and to defying the top of the volcanoes,
than to be obliged to walk on earth,
like men and those other animals
that live on the ground floor.
Crooked by the suns, rains and snows
of countless days, nights and seasons,
it is unable to raise that ultimate flight
to the last sleep on the rocky caves,
around its native country the skies.

Mr. Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Recent works have appeared in Red Wolf Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Creative Talents Unleashed (Featured Poet), Indiana Voice Journal, The Lake, Young Ravens, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Dead Snakes, The Basil O’Flaherty (Featured Poet), among others. Ferreira lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and, unhurried, is collecting his works for a forthcoming book. He began to write at age 63 (nine years ago), after retirement as a Bank Manager.

Marks and Echoes, by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

Marks and Echoes
by Edilson Afonso Ferreira

There are still marks on the ground
where I have kneeled and cried in despair.
The tears I have poured in it had been exhaled
and were lost forever.
My screams startled the birds which took,
around the skies, news of dread and fear.
However, the laughter once I launched,
also recorded by the birds,
had not been lost and echoes till today.
There were also some triumph’s yells
and some love’s whispers, which, along
with all the rest are faithful witnesses
that, in despite of merciless a destiny,
made at least one life worthwhile.

Mr. Ferreira is a Brazilian poet who writes in English rather than Portuguese. Recent works have appeared in Red Wolf Journal, Right Hand Pointing, Creative Talents Unleashed (Featured Poet), Indiana Voice Journal, The Lake, Young Ravens, Whispers, Every Day Poems, Dead Snakes, The Basil O’Flaherty (Featured Poet), among others. Ferreira lives in a small town with wife, three sons and a granddaughter and, unhurried, is collecting his works for a forthcoming book. He began to write at age 63 (nine years ago), after retirement as a Bank Manager.