Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 21 – logomaniacs

Poesia em Chines

must sometimes get real raw & apoplectic

today we don’t write to be apologetic
to be charming or polite
enough is enough hence we rhyme
scream and shout for a change in paradigm
we are here to make noise
for as long as it takes as loud as it gets
till you stop
to hear our voice

our poetry has purpose
it has wrath anguish awe
for humanity seems to have gone astray
on and on day after day tumbling down
this Cimmerian path

dearth of compassion inflicting the Earth

our poetry bleeds hope it abounds
in ecstasy sparkles with idiosyncrasy
when it becomes about
the power in small gestures
vivacious acts of solidarity
in nature’s dynamic balance
linking together such tenacious cat’s cradle

we are here to describe & reinvent
to protest & celebrate by translating
rebellious feelings into winged words
like the logomaniacs we are

will you
step out of your plutomania
& experiment “freeading”?


Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 13 – The Earth is Blue

The Earth is blue… / by Flavia Rocha Loures

Dedicated to my mom, who suggested the title for inspiration 

… and hearts pulsate in multiple colors

Lives vibrate under the daylight

Deep emotions each step of the way

Thoughts of today stars of tonight

The earth is blue and fills my core

Enmeshed in spectacles and unknowns

Intricate patterns that sing and roar

Floating and dancing like bubbles and foams

Infinite colors hypnotize our senses

This mazarine sphere spins on so fast

Sometimes I am overly in a haze

Some nights happen to be the best

Blue is beautiful and so is the Earth

Ever immense it is to enchant

Yet so small for the human footprint

We ought to limit it but maybe we can’t

Blue is this planet breathing sanctuary

We owe you deference and respect

All life is imbued with intrinsic value

Resilient complexity we must protect

But the blue is fading under our pressure

It is changing from something diverse

Into aching shades of black and white

Perhaps into a sad colorless verse

The earth is water and I worship her

We’re all connected in Gaia as one

Brothers and sisters let’s say a prayer

Then rejoice in blue under the sun

*Photo credit: Shutterstock (www.shutterstock.com)

Tupelo 30/30 Project – Day 2

Made it home… now catching up with updates from our poetry marathon. Please visit Tupelo 30/30 Project for the work of my fellow poets and our progress until now.


I take a deep breath
inhale every last bit of hope
my lungs can store

I borrow blue from the skies
green from the oceans and
color over countless red stains

in you
I pull an invisible chord and
fashion a smile
pull your hair up
for there’s much work to do

sweat and tears will nourish the land
a runoff of new beginnings
bound to replenish aquifers
reconnect wetlands and streams
and lost souls

strive to rebuild we shall
that which our forbearers
had destroyed


in the aftermath of a tragedy
hope is all that remains
like the ashes of the Fenix

Thinking things through – 2011

We are all feeling our world in turmoil these days. Wherever we look, there’s conflict, death, violence against children and women, widespread suffering, manipulation of religious teachings, abuse of power; from my own country and region to Palestine, Libya and Syria, to Ukraine, and Central & West Africa, and so on. At times like this, we need to find the strength to keep trying our best towards securing brighter times for all, especially those most affected by humanity’s dark side. So today I share with the world my own words of reflection, along with a couple of images that bring me inner-peace, wishing they will do the same for you as we prepare for August’s arrival. 

Cambodian colors of peace

Cambodian colors of peace

The poet inside me is here to pause and reflect
about the human beings we are and how we act.

Do we behave in accordance to what we preach?
Do we live by the lessons we are supposed to teach?

Do we lead by example, in society and at home,
and follow our principles, if in a group or alone?

What of the promises we were so sure we’d keep?
Are we living a lie, each time we smile or weep?

Are we falling off track and slowly losing touch
with the little things that used to mean so much?

Can we actually shake hands, partner and rise above?
Be honest at work, with the world and when in love?

I don’t know, but I care, as expressed in these rhymes…
We struggle and strive through such challenging times,

when people and nations often fail to work together.
Yet instinctively we know we could so much better.


Australia’s sublime little white flowers

Terror – 2013

This war on terror…
And terror’s war on us all.
Is there ever a winner?
What does a child have to do with any of this?
Grownups that do not get along over religion
And follow blindly their insane masters.
Faith should unite us…
Yet, through history,
We have chosen to bleed in its name.
What kind of loving God would ask us to kill for him?
This is not my Lord.
Are you sure it could be yours?
Quantum physics teaches us
That we are all one and the same,
Interconnected as brothers and sisters,
In nature.

Falésias de Morro Branco - Fortaleza

Falésias de Morro Branco – Fortaleza

Chapada dos Guimarães

Chapada dos Guimarães

When an innocent life is lost to an ignorant cause
Something in each of us dies as well.
Humankind at its worst,
Heading towards self-destruction.
Today, my own humanity is shaken,
I do not believe we can make it
If my five year-old nephew asks me about dirty bombs.



Back home and all around, violence is present, too,
Though in different forms:
Traumatizing kidnappings,
Children soldiers who will never play,
Women raped and punished by hypocrites,
Traffic of people, arms, drugs and exotic animals,
All feeding into ever more carnage.

Cantina Marina, Washington DC

Cantina Marina, Washington DC

Despite it all and to my surprise,
As I type these lines at a bar in DC,
Waiting for some poetry to awake the life in me,
People walk by, a family dines at the next table.
The sun shines and the world is beautiful again,
Worthy of our hope,
Our infinite determination to speak up
And, with our words,
Continue on in our humble fight for peace,
For the wondrous little things that make us humans.

Vó Rachel at a family wedding

Vó Rachel at a family wedding



Mara, one of my dearest friends.

Mara, one of my dearest friends.

Winter – 2011

I had such a great evening yesterday with my DC Guerrilla Poetry Insurgency friends at the spoken word event they organize once a month at Bossa. I had left the office with this heavy feeling, thinking about Syria, species going extinct, the situation in my country, lack of sufficient progress in climate negotiations, etc., etc. But going to these events is always such an amazing experience. By the end of the last poem by our lovely hosts, I was a different person… strong and ready to continue fighting the good fight for a better future… So here’s a piece that describes these emotions to some extent. Happy reading!

This is my moment of solitude,
When all the pieces of my life
Come together.
An instant of quietude
That could last forever.
I find my place in space.
Words fill up my mind,
I risk a rhyme.
Making sense of life,
As I play with sentences,
There are no limits, no fences.
Out here, I feel bold;
I see beauty in the winter,
In the strangeness of the cold…
I own it all
And learn so much,
Till I go back inside
To the warmth of his touch.