Longo-Geremia

It was not my intention to offend. My poetry is personal. I believe in the Christ, but I do not understand human suffering.That was my reference to "God;s treachery." Strong words, but my feelings are strong. The God of the Old Testament disturbs me, and if the O.T. is the Word, I begin to wonder.... Sign in to see full entry.

PLACES I have been to places I wish I hadn’t been places the mind should never see places my heart still keeps in memory and my soul endures silently for fear of its own dying the years passed quickly but not gently by in an uneasy world for the tender hearted not a place for a child with a special... Sign in to see full entry.

MY BELOVED I am near not far from your side it only took one last sigh nothing more I am in the morning breeze that caresses your cheeks when you awake the rays of sunlight on your face at daybreak the silent kiss on your lips at night the thoughts that soothe your fears and the dreams you dream... Sign in to see full entry.

Thank you all for your support. I do read and am encouraged by your comments. I am doing much better after two close calls these pastt two months. One was due to medcation with negatve interaction with another. Iknew I was on the brink--so did everyone else. Received last rites --sitting down. But... Sign in to see full entry.

THE FIRST MORNING RAYS The first morning rays passed through my kitchen window struck a glass cobalt blue. crystals from the chandelier chimed rainbows in the air, the leaves of an acacia tree shone translucent green then a sudden knowing stunned my soul and I did see for the first time a design of... Sign in to see full entry.

BORDER CROSSINGS I ‘ve reached the border and look behind to where I have been and know I will never be back again I fought the wars as best I could but lost my years to a greater force. the others have their bordeers crossed a long time ago and left me to fight alone. no tender heart to hold no... Sign in to see full entry.

I FEAR MY MOTHER’S MADNENSS I never heard singing in the early morning hours but said I did it made you smile, I never saw shadows of loved ones who passed on but said I did it took you where you wanted to be. you heard screaming in the middle of the night so did I. it was you. Now mamma I see you... Sign in to see full entry.

A Holy Thing As I decline and begin to fall a holy thing from deep within begins to shine in me and I realize I will always be somewhere somehow these dying eyes see clearly now the nature of all living things I mourn the years gone quickly by and keep them safe from Time's forgetfullness in Memory'... Sign in to see full entry.

Mr. Cappolla’s Horse: Part 1 Mr. Cappolla came down the street every Wednesday late morning in a horse-drawn pickup truck shouting in his own Italian a litany of fresh fruits and vegetables that he picked out on the docks of the lower west side of Manhatten. Suddenly they came to gather. Flying out... Sign in to see full entry.

LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS [re-written] Like a blade of grass bursting through a universe iridescent green stunned by the morning sun struggling to be like no other one we make our way through the human sea of similarty The Spirit seeks its own perfection to be something more than it is cheating Death's... Sign in to see full entry.