Lynette Dias Gouveia

Rookie (August 19,1976)

Lynette Dias Gouveia Poems

1. Special Friends 4/21/2005
2. Random Thoughts 9/27/2005
3. Procrastinator ~ For The Man That Lives Near The Subway 4/12/2005
4. Sprite Of Affection 4/14/2005
5. Angels In Our Midst 6/30/2010
6. Dark Hole 4/12/2005
7. Four Random Questions 1/25/2006
8. For Annabel 9/23/2005
9. Entrancing Eyes 4/12/2005
10. The Disease 10/28/2006
11. Unfound Narrator 4/12/2005
12. Me 4/9/2005
13. Daniel’s Cry! 4/9/2005
14. My Hand Is Outstretched 2/25/2005
15. Fatuous Angel! 4/9/2005
16. Listen 2/25/2005

Comments about Lynette Dias Gouveia

  • Herbert Nehrlich1 (4/10/2005 2:47:00 AM)

    Lynette, I appreciate your background which is non-conventional. It has probably played a role in bringing out your undoubted talent, I for one am glad for it.
    I love the depth of your writing, unpretentious and genuine and you seem to be free of the ties of expectation such as rhyme here, metre there...
    You have the makings of a great poet.
    H

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  • Tracy Panjwaneey (4/9/2005 1:10:00 PM)

    Very well written, I especially like: My hand is Outstretched, Me and Daniels Cry...i have written a few as well i must share them with you some time...
    Take Care
    Tracy

Best Poem of Lynette Dias Gouveia

Listen

Listen to the children cry
Listen to mortals when they die
Listen to that deceptive lie
Listen to those reasons why
Listen.. Listen..

Listen to hearts that are scared
Listen to violence through lead
Listen to hatred ancestors bred
Listen to the colour red
Listen.. Listen..

Listen to the poor unfed
Listen to the lives they have led
Listen to the feelings unsaid
Listen to what goes through their head
Listen.. Listen..

Listen to the power abused
Listen to the intelligence misused
Listen to the innocent accused
Listen to those ...

Read the full of Listen

Fatuous Angel!

So sweet; so innocent, the child of heaven
Fallen into revulsion, called Earth
Calling out to the depraved to love
And be loved

Innocent child; you are a fatuous Angel
An Angel, who should have come
Long before the conception of aversion
You could have saved the lives

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