Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

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Graciela Noemi Villaverde

GUILTY

The music of hell springs

Through the pores of the earth

A tribe of purslane words patrols space

Far away a voice is heard

Like copper wire, shiver in the corners.

The human destroys…

You can still hear the roar of the blades

At night…

The poet’s voice disappears in the roar

Of the air, that goes hunting carrying words

And he thinks…

Instead of a river, a hand grenade Instead of a sown field, a hungry child

Guilty!!!

Can’t stop the jagged voices

With its jaws full of tender words


GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE Poet writer from Concepción del Uruguay Entre Ríos Argentina, based in Buenos Aires Licentiate in letters author of 7 books genre poetry. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Relations of the Hispanomundial Union of Writers UHE and World Honorary President of the same institution. Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. MEMBER OF THE HONORARY CABINET EXECUTIVE OF THE COMMISSION FOR PEACE, JUSTICE AND STRONG INSTITUTIONS OF SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINE CHAPTER OF UNACCC UNITED NATIONS UNIT FOR CLIMATE CHANGE CENTRAL, SOUTH AMERICA, MEXICO AND THE CARIBBEAN, IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION .

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

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Graciela Noemi Villaverde
MYSTERY 


A century of mirrors, of faces and fiction
The time that circulates summons me
I take my pen and my heart expresses
The rest is mystery Mystery of true faces
tumult of water that is lost 
Mystery of distant islands that shine like stars and fleeting flashes, that sink into the sky invested dark and warm
Mystery that calls me It moves me and drags me mystery of naked gods because the fire suffocates them
Mystery of water that is lost 
Mystery that calls me in solitude
Mystery that I love beyond coherence.


Graciela Noemi Villaverde
Argentine poet writer based in Buenos Aires
She has a degree in letters, author of 7 books of the poetry genre. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and World Honorary President of the same institution.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

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Graciela Noemi Villaverde
I can call you love
 
The last pulse of light is stubborn, at regular intervals 
I can call you king from the foam of the sun.
or the premature eyes of the moon ... 
The minutes before sunrise they are hieroglyphs ... 
Is that I am, so vulnerable like the course of the foam that stays or breaks on the shore 
I can call you love and kiss your feet or confuse you with a stranger  
Don't tempt me with music that encloses the deranged image of the Grail and his train of suicide bombers  
Because I am here, Flickering between heaven and earth! 

Graciela Noemi Villaverde is an Argentine poet/writer based in Buenos Aires. She has a degree in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and World Honorary President of the same institution.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Middle aged Latina woman with light brown hair, brown eyes, and red lips. She's wearing earrings and a necklace.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde

ELOQUENCE OF SILENCE

It’s time for the stone of everything that is not my silence

Of extinction, of total oblivion

Life forms endless furrows

Footprints of the road

Past mistakes sealing lips, looking up at the written pages

Eloquence of silence that sustains a silent wind

There is still so much beauty!!!

It is necessary to fall apart

Give in for a moment fair

To let the crying pass before being forgotten.

Graciela Noemi Villaverde has a degree in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and as the World Honorary President of the same institution. She is a Buenos Aires-based Argentine writer.

Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Graciela Noemi Villaverde

CONSTANCY

 Hey, the voice of a thousand sighs/
 return your light to me
 Turn your eyes, before it is left, all dark,
 In blind fog/
 I'm not just your work
 Your masterful craft.
 I am also your part, a thousandth of an effort
 Something that flaunts in the trade.
 My participation is in finiteness/
 An irreversible dam, that tried to reverse,
 The massive balance of the heavens.
 I am your nostalgia, there is no doubt.
 I am your way of having wanted to be time.
 I am your total constancy.




Graciela Noemi Villaverde
 Argentine poet writer based in Buenos Aires
 She has a degree in letters, author of seven books in the poetry genre. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and World Honorary President of the same institution.




Poetry from Graciela Noemi Villaverde

Graciela Noemi Villaverde

EVERYTHING IS PLACED ON YOU

 What will I do after receiving
 the gifts of poverty,
 and the clarity of the strings
 that fall on my skin
 Like an old perfume?
 Everything is placed on you:
 the reflection of the moon,
  your indefatigable eyes igniting
 the sunset that falls into the depths
  Of my soul/
 If I had the solution of this love
 I would wait next to the pieces of pain
 But it's impossible to find you... You're so far away!
 The snow falls on your landscapes,
 while time vanishes in a kiss
 Everything is placed on you:
 I can't find the words to
 describe you,
 you are an active participant in my dream
 through the curtains of memory/
 undress me in that open place
 as your desires/
 While I remain here immobile/
 Expecting…
 Sometimes I try to run away
  is unknown
 that place where the gods are born/
 And I hide behind the humble offering
 of my letters,
 or the scattered books
 next to my bed...
 Please!
 Open the chests of imagination
 So that you can understand,
  this madness /
 I have cried your absence,
  on the reflection of the tide
 violent/
  Everything is placed on you:
 Now I can confess to you
 I live under the light
 of the moon,
  like all your thoughts
 

Graciela Noemi Villaverde
 Argentine poet writer based in Buenos Aires
 She has a degree in letters, author of 7 books of the poetry genre. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and World Honorary President of the same institution.