Tag Archives: Poetry

Now

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now it’s my turn

to be sitting on

a park bench

alone listening

something is coming

what is is coming

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This was the only English poem performed on my first poetic reading after the Covid-19 lockdown, last weekend, when asked to do a public reading during the finissage of an art show Called Opulenza Vegetale (Vegetable Opulence). The performance took place in an old site, a church dated 1289, in Italy. If interested in a short video click here, Now.

Dedicated To Generation Female

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lead me my heart

where I am welcomed

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with joy and gratitude

hold me there with laughter

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pin me with sweet thoughts

of greatness so that I may

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shine forever not lamenting

nor lacking lead me

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to my own

independence

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The poem, written in August, I dedicate to all the people participating to the Generation Female Global Summit where I will be one of the speakers! I hope to see you there, tomorrow, where you can ask me questions or hear my story, it would be lovely. Please click here to enroll.

Come With Me

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Come with me today to my poetry reading in the Coachella Valley in California!

It will take you only 3’09” to be with me and virtually fly there as I introduce you to my poems.

The book I’m reading from, California Notebooks 01 was written there. I wanted to give back to the desert, with this reading, the inspiration it bestowed on me.

This book is dedicated

to those souls whose flesh is too tight

to those whose dreams are real and reality seems

to be a dream

Poetry Reading Here

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Together we rock!

Thank you 🙏

In Spite Of Me

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when my words
surfacing out of
poetry define
who am I
I cry

I also
rejoice and
stand still as
if suspended
all at the same
exact

time holding
that tiny particle
of truth inside me
that shining in spite
of me

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Seasons

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I end up at times

visiting old friends

dinners stretching

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over time feeding

our souls

the privilege

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of recalling

the spirit’s

visitations

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our hearts

a candle burning

quietly

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steadily shaking

in the evening

breeze leaves

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we are made to fall

and to die

full of colors

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when it’s season

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.

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Everlasting

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life as a bird

an egg in a nest

in unexpected

 

places hidden

cared for and guarded

with parental

 

love cracking to

the first light revelation

being fed and

 

taught to sing

before I could fly out

into everlasting

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Removed

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under or above
removed from usual
grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms
stillness and marvel
to be marginal
observing whether
with fish or birds
a new silence
lingering in
eternity

This poem is part of the collection Crossing Riviera.

By the way, in case you wish to give me some feedback based on your experience or instruction, this new Blocks Editor DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! Not sure it works for poems… even the Schedule seems more lengthy and complicated and, sorry for the past few weeks, missing the usual posting time and dates – I was experimenting with the Block Editor! Arrgh…

One More Query

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while we artists

on earth spend days

hardly making

a living as we struggle

to find the right

hues the precise color

to define a day

to portray time tell me

my dear where

you now indulge beauty

where time is

no more what color is

the forever

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⁃ To Michelle Pelletier –

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Superlatives

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the wildest

is at the bottom

of peace

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the loneliest

is found among

a crowd

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the kindest

is yourself forgiving

after rage

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Poem from Silente

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Last week no poems were ever published due to the gravity of George Floyd’s killing and in observance and solidarity of Black Tuesday and Black Lives Matter.