Monday, November 9, 2009
Poetry
ITALIANS Celtic North. Latin South Dark and brooding Moorish eyes Gypsy magic and mystery Nordic gold and snow Sweeping down the Apennines. Turkish Venice Norman Sicily Greek statues And Phoenician ships Waves from Eastern plains. Sannites, Volsci Pre-Roman tribes Still alive In me. We are singular....
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Sunday, November 8, 2009
Poetry
ANGELINA [In Calabrian-Neapolitan dialect as I remember it] FOLLOWED BY STANDARD ITALIAN VERSION ‘a nebbia mattinale poccu a poccu si alzava chella yornata l’odore di basilco spesso nell’aria. la si vedeva chella vechierella bella e straordinaria camminare chianu chianu per le strette strade di...
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Poetry
ANGELINA {Calabria, Italy 1938] The morning mist Began to slowly lift Sweet basil thick in the air As she made her way Like every other day Alone Down the narrow village streets of stone. Old dress black and torn Black lace on hair of white Black stockings falling below her knees Black leather...
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Poetry
GHOSTS IN THE CLOSET We all have our own ghosts That haunt us from time to time Hidden in small closets in our mind. Fear of the loss of Heaven The pains of Hell Middle Ages in the twenty-first century. Expiation for sin Crucifixion of the Spirit Holy water and confession Deliver us from the demons’...
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Poetry
OF HUMAN BONDAGE II replaces the former "Ask Job" -- edited and revised. There are no rewards for living No medals for being alive. Each day we do what we need to do To survive. In the scheme of things Moments of happiness for some are few But those are the times they must hold on to. We are a flame...
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Saturday, November 7, 2009
Poetry
OVER THE RAINBOW Over the rainbow we fly Colors red, yellow, blue and green A gift of the mind Fantasy and Imagination Hope and dreams. We survive our reality This unforgiving and imperfect Humanity On wings of how things could be. Opiate for the soul The spirit The heart. The child in us An...
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Thursday, November 5, 2009
Poetry
FIELDS OF LAVENDER A Memory Lavender waves Purple and blue Swaying lazily In the wind of a Summer’s day. I walked alone on that country road The one that led to Avignon. The fire of the Mistral Broke the morning chill As it swept over the lavender hill From across the African sea. Alone I walked...
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Poetry
TANTALUS An existential or ontological metaphor [Depends on how you read it ] I can taste the sparkling colors Dancing in the stream They tease and tantalize me., One step away and I am there One step away and I am nowhere. I feel phantom waters cool my face And soothe my soul. I suffer for an...
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Poetry
BACK HOME I want to go back to where I was born End my days In the home where I was raised. But now Only ghosts live there. Lost scenes of yesterdays No love to hold me close No childhood innocence No one left to know Who I am. Where did they all go. How did the present become the past So quickly....
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Poetry
ICY WATERS Icy waters Pure and clean Rushing down a mountain stream Sparkling diamonds in sunlight Over shards of rock and stone Furious in their fight To reach their goal Into Ocean’s or River’s deep. Melting peacefully into One Where they sleep Eternally Never to return from where they come. The...
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