Tag Archives: Poetry

An Upside Down World

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tonight
the moon is full

emptied from a thousand
engagements I lay in hot
water maybe illuminated

from the sky the silence
repose approaching
hidden from light

an upside down world
a somersault and a wriggle to

find myself wondering star under
inside some lights I turn off
before the thoughts – then the eyes

slightly vibrating
weightless in the space
I found within

 

 

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Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…

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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery

as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay

where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder

when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds

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Running Uphill – The London Hours

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I will close this page
and put it away

I will have a look
at such light
lingering

I will stand eventually

get up and displace
myself in a busy store
drunk in sounds and souls

I will pick you up
later when this
wind ceases

one more time
running uphill

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From the collection “The London Hours”, 2012.

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Give Shapes To Music

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my favorite occupation
has been that of
listening to silence

to give shapes
to music singing
with my hands

on top of the colors
that lay already there
to tiptoe in-love

slowing down
my responses
to evade darkness

into the beauty held
inside as the harmony
viable all around

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Poem from California Notebooks 01

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How Often We Forget

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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun

we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing

how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes

we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating

how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you

no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths

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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.

 

Eyes Wide Open

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we are here
softly abandoned

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glaring at the shadow of
an airplane on the ground

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one of those luminous day
where every detail is out

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for count and thanksgiving
following a time dark as

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the night upon which we
both struggled with

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eyes wide open to
no avail in fear

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On Writing

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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain

these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas

needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02

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Time

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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged

time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested

and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath

time shows itself
and swiftly go

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon.

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Firecrest

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why not marvel

at the thin long beak

of the firecrest

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or cry tears realizing

such songs

came from a thumb

size chest

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he fit the mouth

of my cat

so little it was this

bundle of joy

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covering the sky

among trees

with his wings

soft in my palm now

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Eternity Roams

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eternity roams
inside me I can’t
help but travel

forever wondering
the mind and space
on earth as in dreams

seeking some order
chasing the waters
harmony to fill me

deep from the inside
to make me a lake
alas at home

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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01  on sale on Amazon. If you wish you can read the Italian version on the post previous to this one titled Armonia.

A Hint of Poetry for the New Year

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Happy New Year, Happy New Life!

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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry

a hue of love
compassion or
passion

I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this

threshold
while in your home
a nice skin

seeking a touch
from heaven to come

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This poem is part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02