Poetry Evening – Let’s Meet Offline!


Stanley Halls EventEverything happens for a reason… It has been a while since I posted on my blog, I know… However, it’s been even longer since I hosted a poetry evening offline. It’s been too long… With that being said, I have one coming up in three weeks, on the 29th of June at 17:30 pm.

Place: Stanley Halls, London, 12 South Norwood Hill, SE25 6AB

This “Poetry Evening with Monika Ribeiro and Friends” started with a rather significant hiccup though. For a moment, I wasn’t even sure if I’d be writing this blog post. To begin with, last year, I was asked to host a poetry evening. Originally, the event organisers who asked me to do it, were meant to provide the venue… In April this year, we agreed the date and time. Everything was meant to be a–okay, but then… 3,5 weeks before the show, they asked me to change the date explaining that they had double-booked. Whaaaaat?!

I know I know, we all make mistakes. I’ve made plenty all by myself. Still, by then, I had already started promoting slowly and invited five artists to support me. They all agreed and they’re all busy people, so I really didn’t want to change the date which has been on their calendars for a few weeks already. Also, a few days before the venue cancellation, another person, who had seen me perform at other people’s events, DMd me saying that she’d change her work schedule to be there… I mean… changing the date of the event was not an option. I was left with a show but no venue and no promoters to support it… Great! That happened last Monday…

Thank God, without going into too much detail, I was able to find another venue quickly. 😊 That means that we’re back on track and can focus on preparing the show rather than looking for a stage to put it on. Yes, I’m left with less time, but I believe that the show is worth the hustle and that it will be much greater than the off-stage drama. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade! 

So, if you are in London on 29.06.19 – please be there. I’d love to meet you, and I wouldn’t want you to miss it! Please RSVP by 27.06.19. 📮 I can’t wait to see you there!

Free Poetry Event – Click to Register Now.

Keep Swimming – Poem


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A brief definition of a beach, by me –

Soft & golden sand with a fresh breeze & the sea

Yet, this shore, right here, without one grain of sand

Is believed to be qualified. I believe, but not quite…

Well… Sea? Checked. Breeze? Checked.

But then.., stones – and sooo haaard!

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In my mind, there’s a memory of a soft & smooth beach

Without the soft sand, my bare feet feel so… eek!

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Rocks are surely great for the ‘mountain time’

Yet, each beach, in my mind, requires… the sand…

Second thought – let’s revise

It’s a fruitful land…

As in spite of my hurting feet

Which from pebbles bleed

 I prefer to keep swimming

In the sea bottomed hard

Than to drown in the one

Underlaid with soft sand.

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Final thought:

“Just keep swimming” Dori from “Finding Nemo”

Mirage, Marriage, Memoir – Poem


Mirage
He looked good and had a lot
So, she entered the mirage
Only, she had failed to notice
Ugliness & lack, inside

Their mirage turned to a marriage
From hell – especially for her…
Technically, it was not a marriage
She was not the only girl

Damn! Had she known before
Man! Had she shut that door
Now, things are not as they were
And there’s another… inside of her

They remain together
Every day is deader
Well, at least for her
He just doesn’t care

She is black & blue,
Although born to the white race,
With red cigarette marks
All over her face…

‘She’s such a good girl’, they say
‘How?! She doesn’t smoke’, they ask
They don’t want to dig too deep,
She feels safe behind her mask…

Many years ago,
Mum & dad (without a dime)
Saw their ‘once upon a time’…

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Very quickly, in one voice,
They approved her choice
They knew she would share the good life
‘Yes, our girl’s a rich man’s wife!’

Only now,
There’s too much drama
For daddy and mama…
And,
They feel like she failed
Because money’s still scarce
They do get their share, but
they spend & they spend…

She is all alone, except…
There is Another inside of her

She is finally getting there
Tired of sweet little lies
Turned to big & bitter crimes
She is bound & very tired,
But she can pretend no more
Keeps on choking on his waves,
But she’s swimming to the shore

There’s a miracle there, for her
Husband doesn’t want divorce, but he doesn’t care
Technically, he is not her husband
Coz she’s not the only girl

Now, she knows…
A graveyard may look like a park
Until you see its grave stones…
Finally, she’s been hurt enough
He’s fractured enough of her bones

Mirage turned into a marriage
Is becoming a memoir…
He will need to find an ashtray
To extinguish his cigar.

Taken from my new book “Love, don’t Fear – Poetry Collection”

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I See You. Unbroken. – Poem


I hear you…

You have a beautiful way with words

Such an able mind you have,

And yet it’s so sad

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I see you…

Broken faith, broken dreams

Broken body as it seems…

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I feel you…

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I don’t know you, but I do

I’m so human… just like you

I’ve known pain for many years

I believe it rhymes with ‘tears’

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In my world…

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Poems, prayers, sermons helped

When I hurt so much I yelped,

And when pain was lingering –

Chronic, constant, deep within

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I see you…

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Unbroken. I see you unchained

It is not a word, but I C U unpained

Free from all your tears

And those wasted years

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I see you…

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I see you unbroken

I see you unbound

I know you are lost

Yet, I see you found

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In my Father’s Heart –

In your Father’s Hand

Unbroken.

Better, Faster, Stronger


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There’s a type of pain that makes you cry

You might even feel like you’re going to die…

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You’re looking for help, but there is no point

You’re feeling a pain no one felt before….

And the ones that felt it cannot give a hand

They’re too busy fighting their own type of pain

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So,

Your mouth is now widely shut, but

Your eyes must be open – looking up…

There is God!

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Suddenly,

You become better, faster, smarter & stronger

Your mind is much clearer, your body lasts longer

.Finally, you may rest… Finally!

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And after the rest…

There comes yet another ‘friendly’ type of pain

Your growth must continue. It must start yet again ♥

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“To be or not to be… stimulated emotionally?”


“CAN LESS EVER BE MORE?”

conversation 2In order to explore this subject of emotional stimulation, I would love to share a memory from my most recent trip to Poland. My husband and I were invited for an art spectacle in Szczecin. Szczecin is a Polish city situated by the River Odra, and approx. 65 km from the Baltic Sea; also within a short distance from the German border & their capital city Berlin. The spectacle titled “Conversation 2, Distant Voices” was an intro to the current project of an artistic couple Heine Avdal & Yukiko Shinozaki.

The artists are based in Norway & Belgium, yet as the sound of her name indicates Yukiko’s Japanese. It is said that Japanese art is valued for its simplicity, but also for its colorful exuberance. As seen on the pictures hopefully, these motives were encountered repeatedly throughout the event of which further description could be made up of such words as: discipline, order, controlled movement and calm emotion (not necessarily peace of mind). In a nutshell, the actors explored the use of simple moveable objects investigating the effects of spatial organization on the body & human perceptions.

conversation 4As far as I’m concerned, this rather minimalistic theme succeeded by not overwhelming with action. Sound-wise, I would go as far as to say that silence was employed for the purpose of communication much more than sound was. I enjoyed the performance. However, it took a moment before my mind was able to switch fully – passing through something I might call the boredom barrier. This barrier shouldn’t be thought of as unusual taking into consideration that most contemporary minds are continually given to fast paced, loud and chaotic exposures (this surely tends to be the case in London where I live). I found moments of relaxation within the minimalism of this creative project. On the other hand, it definitely aroused my emotions, although without doing much to cause the arousal. It contributed to a birth of a reflexion/message within my mind, rather than implanted one artificially by means of deliberate excessive outward activities.

The first part of the “Conversation 2” ended with the following statement: “Different people see the same thing in different ways.” Likewise, I would like to consolidate these thoughts not so much within one answer, but rather within a question – the question, which had been asked in the title… How much stimulation really is necessary? Isn’t it true that we often inhibit our healthy emotional responses or even our mental capacity by excessive stimulation of our five senses – in this instance, especially the senses of vision and hearing?

conversation 5At some point in time, most of us experienced the consequences of emotional overstimulation. The boundaries differ from one person to another… As for me however, I hope that the next time, before deciding to watch yet another TV show, or indulge in any other excessive activity, I would be reminded that less can often be more indeed…