My Poems

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    Uncle Tony



    Your death was

    not easy on

    any of



    us…you were



    The stable rock

    who would assure

    us



    With a smile and firmness

    in your voice;

    bringing us bread from



    work.


    Has it really been

    so long ago when you brought your

    entire family from the old country? …My



    First glimpse of

    America from the back

    seat of your black


    Plymouth or Doge,

    the one with runners on both sides,

    the excitement of a boy!



    An uncle is not any easy loss,

    a window to the past,

    genetically linked by



    Blood and destiny, I’m going miss you.
     
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    awww, I appreciated that. So true, so true .... sorry for your loss.
     
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    (circa 2004)

    Love is Blind


    Only a week
    And already you
    Have stolen

    My heart...

    My senses tell
    Me not to worry
    And let you enter

    Unhindered...

    My mind is
    Racing through
    The secrets of the

    Universe, enjoying
    Every moment
    And I know

    I'm in love.
     
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    The Wall (for Stephen Steriti)

    Forgotten men of ‘Nam,
    how can we know
    the hidden horror

    twisted children's
    eyes that follow
    to the foothills

    of old Vermont?

    How can we
    sense
    the bitter sorrow

    of being casualties
    of simple
    common

    time?

    Agent orange,
    Mai Lai, the General’s
    fuel to stoke

    his fire...

    Fifty thousand names
    inscribed in stone
    and counting,

    Don't let us forget...
     
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    Your poems are beautiful.
     
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    Awesome Poem. Waiting for more poems from you like this.
     
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    A musical play with George Gershwin’s Concerto in F…)
    Opening (dialogue of a black man walking up-town to Harlem…

    The City

    The city,
    Inharmonious cacophony
    Of swollen dreams,…

    The city,
    Glorious ballet
    Of neon overtones,

    The city is mine…


    No-one can
    See my face, it has
    Become

    Invisible,


    No-one can sense
    The smile of
    A man become divisible

    Brilliant, inharmonious
    Stark the city is

    Mine.



    (Song opening)


    No-one can
    See my face, No-one
    Can sense

    This bitter soul of mine;

    Though I walk
    Down the street, smile
    And I greet

    No-one can see

    And No-one can
    Sense this
    Soul of mine…
     
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    The City cont...monologue and song...(Concerto in F by George Gershwin music.)




    The Clown

    I am a pensive
    Clown whose voice
    Lies hidden

    Amongst so many
    Shades of earthy whites
    And heavy pastel

    Blues…I am

    A focus into
    Each master’s crown
    Tonight

    In a fixed
    Point of view,


    I am a
    Clown of color
    Whose

    Voice lies hidden
    amongst
    These endless

    Hues...



    I am a score
    Of lonely song
    In desperate

    Mood...

    As I walk up
    and down
    Fifth Avenue,

    I am a war
    Of words
    Lost


    To old horizons amongst
    So many words
    To choose,

    I am a clown
    A very pensive
    Clown.
     
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    Sicilia

    Sicilia, for many
    Years I’ve
    Heard

    Your Siren’s song
    As you’ve beckoned for
    My return,

    And with
    This dream of
    Silent song

    You’ve brought
    Me home
    From my sojourn,

    I remember
    The rolling hills
    Which formed our

    Early visions
    As we raced along
    Each canyon’s edge,

    I remember
    The boyhood thrills
    So void of

    Indecisions,
    As we hid
    Along the bird filled

    Hedge…


    Sicilia, when will
    Your song be heard
    Within

    These silent shores again?

    When will your hand
    Be freed from
    Death by water?

    Hurry up please, its time!
     
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    Infinity



    What is

    This force

    Which binds us?



    Is it simply

    Just beyond the

    Human scope



    To understand

    That each man’s

    Hope is



    His-own eternity?



    Is not this

    Endless cycle

    Of birth and dying



    Enough to satisfy

    Our useless probes

    For certainty?



    Men of goodwill



    Teach us

    How to sing

    And pray



    Men of good will



    Show us

    The true way,

    For thine



    Is, for thine was

    And always be the

    Power



    Myoho, Amen.
     
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