Vasco M. Resendes
Biography of Vasco M. Resendes
I was born in the Island of Santa Maria, Azores. Arrived in the U.S.A., in the mid of nineteen-seventies. Since arriving in the U.S.A. I have lived in Rhode Island, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, North Carolina and now in South Carolina. Some of these states while being in the army and army national guard.
My poems have been published in different books, as well as on cds’. On poetry.com my poem all about her was poem of the day, on June 28,2009. On PoemHunter.com my poem our life and four seasons was poem of the day on membersite on November 29,2011..
Vasco M. Resendes Poems
Our Life And Four Seasons
Birth years and spring days how it all begins to liven up we see the light of day and spring begins to lighten our days
Lost And Found
I lost my heart, to a lost world, to lost cause Not knowing the lost cause - of - this lost world. But it’s not this lost world that is the cause - but the lost cause Looking for the world without it’s lost cause -
All About Her
The blooming rosy of her smile Glazing on her face. That livens and lightens me. It's the soft smooth and dashing of her lips,
Who’s The Poet
The painter or the writer The painter’s poem
Intoxicating, breath taking of her smile Tear stopper, heart healer of Angie’s smile The caring, kindness of her heart- keep’s her smile
An Island Or A City
is he an island or a city he wonders through his world not knowing the words if an island or a city
The awful flaw is there a law! What is the law? Of the flaw. We all have flaws OR
To all the moms, out there. From all their sons and daughters That finds’ it difficult to express Their appreciation
Looking at the mirror To look at her But couldn’t see All of Her
Who Are We
Asked and asked Were I got The words For the poem
Then Why Can’t We
we’re not erotophobia we are not haphephobia and not hedenophobia and for sure,
on the hill top Lived a prickly vine Looking down On a garden
My Hero, The Lord
The lord is My hero The lord is My savior
She’s Barely A Woman
She’s barely a woman said bye to mom and dad and left her little world with barely a buck!
it’s sad - to see
with a smile on your face
how you sound so perfect
telling - those lies
we’re neither deaf or blind
but some how you are!
we don’t need
Eyes or ears
to see or hear your lies
we all - see it
but you don’t
so come alive
get a life!
to all - the liars! ! !