To explain myselfI was born in Londrina,south of Brazil, in 1959.
The careful reader perceives that each poem given contains a message, an invaitation to reflect, a dive into profound man.
"I fought with the absence of feeling, with the silence of the world, i received what i did not hope for, i was happy when i saw the non-being become reality.."
Ivan Petrovitch" Paradise is not a special place in the past or future , it is not in a specific region, or another dimension, it is within us..."
ivan PetrovitchMY POETRYA Season for ParadiseThis night
Will not be
Merely any night
Words will spring to life
Each gesture will state
A feeling
And the convergence of our bodies
Will forge in the vastness of the cosmos
A light both fleeting and
Free
Vacant wind eternal
Vacant wind foremost
Vacant wind
God
This night
Will not be
Merely any night
There will be a new star in the heavens…
Ivan PetrovitchBECOMINGWe have to dance overtop abysses
To laugh at everything and everyone
We have to overcome the here and now
To be a bridge and not the end
We have to dwell with uncertaninty
To doubt, to doubt, to doubt
Everything is open to question
Values, concepts and precepts
“balance” and madness
most noble sentiments
science, history, religion,
nothing, absolutely nothing,
can be deemed “final”
finishing is atrophying stagnating, dying...
Ivan PetrovitchSUBTLETIESThe sun set on the horizon
I became alone, only myself, nature
Longing
I waited for you each moment
The night came, it came so dark
So cold
Ivan PetrovitchOCTOBER FLOWERS
Afternoons are sad
for october flowers
tenuous threads
the lightest breeze
can fell them
tenous threads
the strongest feeling
can strangle them
sad afternoons are so beautiful
for october flowers
Ivan PetrovitchPOESOPHYhappy is the man
who knows how to change
superficiality
by the essence of things
in the lightness of being
he is not influenced
by appearances
he knows that the value of flight
is not measured by the take-off
speed
much less its itinerary
the value of flight
is nothing more
it is the flight itself
Ivan PetrovitchREFLECTIONSilence and reflection!!
plazas that perturb
beautiful, ornate plazas, stage plazas
plazas that perturb
plazas replete with children
verses so sad, e x t e n d e d , defenseless
well-nigh dead!!
Silence and sadness!!
Ivan PetrovitchQUITTANCEwithout meaning to
life
make us
experts in the art of
quittance
people, places. Feelings
are lovely droplets
slowly they slide down petals
rolling, rolling
they fall...
Ivan PetrovitchManSweating, downtrodden man
Tired, desecrated man
Long-suffering man
Tell me your tale
Tell me of your philosophy
What steers your steps?
Are you trouble? Are you distressed?
Tell me, oh tell me what ails you
Stay not speechless
Your silence nettles me
I grasp at guilt in your anguish
All right then, i will try to understand...
Thou canst not speak
Words escapeth thee, right?
Words?
But why words anyway?
Your appearance tells all
Thou art a common page
Going by man
The pain man
Thou art every one of us
We are you
Common pages
Merely common pages
Nothing more.
Ivan PetrovitchATTEMPTto no avail
inebriate clock hands
longed to petriofy
moments of love
little did they know
all time
is pregnant time
things have purport
not only for what they are
but for while they are
despite suchlike fragility
there is a pellucid point
in the gesture of those
who dwell on
attempting to stop the flow of
a river
these folks are for whom
pigeons lionger
until twilight
Ivan PetrovitchanotherA
Void
Getting drunk
On another...
If were not enough
To long
As i long
For God
Now is too much,
To long
For myself!!!
Ivan Petrovitch
