Simão Cunha

Poetry

A poem.

Photo by Delaney Turner on Unsplash

Favorite spoon I don’t have,
But I always have to use the same cutlery,
E-ve-ry day!

My table at lunch is always the same,
Fork on the left, Knife on the right,
Spoon for dessert on top;

The lunch is always the same,
At the same tupperware,
And kiwi for dessert…

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Poetry

A poem.

Photo by Darius Bashar on Unsplash

Back in Bulgaria,
I tried something new;
What a freedom it was,
To sleep completely nude.

Days later,
On a camping trip,
Where I had my creative retreat,
And staying naked in the tent was the recipe.

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Poetry

A poem.

Photo by Bo Smeets on Unsplash

Welding is like making love with a beautiful woman,
You have to be gentle, lovely,
And do the things with calm;
But when the torch makes the bee’s song,
That’s the sign you’re doing a job well done.

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Poetry

A poem.

Photo by Jeremy Bezanger on Unsplash

Giving the sign to turn left,
No cars on the horizon,
So I move;

I’ve looked for the right,
And what I see made me think,
«Oh boy, humans are f*ckd!»

A car on the side,
When it should be behind;
It was two girls,
That I thought,
«They’re probable high.»…

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Simão Cunha

Simão Cunha

I’m searching for something I don’t know, yet.