Longo-Geremia

SEPIA DREAMS I dream of scenes in sepia grey, black and white. early immigrant days of my beginnings colorless and pale hauntings of my yesterdays and I remember.... men dressed in brown striped wool suits standing quiet and still smoking fat Havana cigars. white shirts bleached to yellow over--... Sign in to see full entry.

SERRAGLIO velvet touches and quiet caresses a dance of sweet perfumes silk indigo wafting in the evening breeze moonlight striking fading voices in city streets whispers of seduction on black satin sheets Sign in to see full entry.

THE SMELL OF DEAD RACCOON Down a two-lane highway one midnight near Macon, Georgia an eighteen-wheeler came barreling through like a bullet on a target straight and true. the air was heavy with the smell of dead raccoon. warning to all woodland creatures Death was speeding in their direction. a deer... Sign in to see full entry.

TO THE FALLEN Do you see the rising of the sun from where you are. does your spirit run to starlit nights. do you feel the gentle summer breeze. d oes love’s warm touch make your heart s oar and long for more. do you know you’re gone did someone show you the way. most of all are you all okay Sign in to see full entry.

ONE STEP MORE Now I must rest my weary head for if I push myself much more come morning they will find me dead my brain fevers, i grow cold I need to lay my body down or I will soon be 6 feet in the ground. my bones ache, my muscles lock. my brain fevers. I grow cold. the sickness strikes deep into... Sign in to see full entry.

AT THE SPEED OF;IGHT I am flying through space and time at the speed of light no chance to catch my breath and soon I fear I will separate. the world I once knew is slowly melting into the years and in a distance opaque I think I can see Heaven’s Gate my present quickly becomes my past my tomorrows... Sign in to see full entry.

THE SUN BLED CRIMSON RED The sun bled crimson red into the western seas and fire blazed in the darkening skies piercing wakes of fading sunlight as the moon yellow pale broke the night. icy Nordic waves rode on wings of fury and the trees like skeletons danced on gallows in the wind. the earth began... Sign in to see full entry.

The "dance" are the short, stilted movements of Parknsons I saw in my mother and now see same in me. "The madness to come " is the dementiia in the more advanced stages of the disease. Joe Sign in to see full entry.

ANNA’S DANCE [ Anna Longo 1912-2002] I walk quietly across these rooms set in movements slow measuring each step in time and like a ghost I flow... I seem to look from the outside in I barely touch the world around me and in a rhythm of unsteady grace eyes frozen in an empty trance I move robotic to... Sign in to see full entry.

Finally, a book of my poems will come out this Saturday as an e-book on AMAZON KINDLE. Title: When All the Walls Come Tumbling Down [Joseph Bernard John LONGO-GEREMIA Sign in to see full entry.