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for many,
not just some
being good
is being dumb.
As Spring retreats for Summer to hit
with plums and cherries; black and red;
I'll eat the fruits and leave you the pits,
as Spring retreats for Summer to hit.
I'll make some ice cream and I'll cool it;
let everyone know, let the word spread;
as Spring retreats for Summer to hit,
with plums and cherries, black and red.
Today I read a poem.
It bit deep
and touched my soul.
It travelled a thousand miles
to speak of loss and longing
in such terms,
even the very heavens wept.
What cosy comfort
or soothing song,
glib phrase,
platitude oft spoke
can heal or succour?
When memories of halcyon days
and promises long forgot
serve only
to pierce the heart
and dash all hope
against a cruel rock.
Chomping through mountains
and buzz cut forests,
through avalanche prone passes and
straddled ravines.
Onward, it goes.
Slithering
slowly,
relentlessly.
Snaking its way
now, 'cross desert and plain.
Seeking only distance.
More and more distance.
...Its ever elusive prey.
.
Slowing walking through the drizzle streets ,
forty odd years, the maze that gentle creeps
Around the people that you know,
who change and dissolve
Into the miasma of showers and,
umbrellered under the gauze of time
What has changed is the clock hand,
not you, who's ticked over love, over line
To come and meet the person here-
glanced at in shots of rainy window shops
Crouching through arch-ways,
cutting through long shots
Looking for presence, in things
I can bring, as gifts of hope
TRUE LIES
You said you would love me
forever
that was true…..
forever ]
was only a day for you.
You told me there was
no other
that was no lie
there were at least
four or five
now you said
you would never
walk away
nothing was more exact,
the fact is you put on your little
red sneakers worn and torn
from use and ran like hell
to who knows where
but sweat pea, honey bunch
what is true is that I was doing
the same to you.
darling, sweet of my heart
have you seen my Nikes,
the ones with worn down
treads
The breath of God lifts fledglings over trees,
their tufty feathers fluffed and barely spread,
to play with parents darting on the breeze,
a healthy joy of life that dampens dread
A tabby cat enthralled by sounds of night
sees azure haze split by a lance of fire;
his furry face aglow with wild delight
and full-heart beating to an avian choir.
Survival of the fittest may belie
the innate love such creatures typify.
THE sky is a cup
in its clarity
in the chalice
the masterful alice
the muse ponderz
and the powder
wanders....
I have tasted the scripts
of tortuous
fortitude
wandered the garden alleys
alone
found the lost tiara's\
and had my harems
behold the textual gardens
of luxurious
lost
the minds end
past the shot out Dead End Sign
would I forgive the notions
the spells and the potions
not now
A pops love
for his wife
of those years
gone passed aside
when simplistic love
alone did only reside
there were few divorces
on the screen
marriage was
love and compromise
mainly
how really sad.....
now it is not like that
be happy
you had a dad
like he.....
and follow him
will thee
ME NE RICORDO english
I miss them all to heart’s breaking
and sink to deepest longing.
memories are cruel recollections
and sicken a wounded soul.
I endure in this empty world alone.
‘the noise of living comes to me
In dreams only and the silence of the day
is a quiet mourning…
.