Nov 08 2008

One Saturday Evenin…

One Saturday evening, down the window I was seeing, Up came her call, down the bed was I about to fall. My heart started ringing like a bell; Picked up the phone and amused of what to tell. Down came her offer, and she didn’t have a chauffer, She wants to go out with me, Clogging my mind were thoughts of [...]

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Oct 28 2008

SANTA’S HAT

SANTA’S HAT By: Cynthia DiSciullo and William Zigmont Sunshine leaned back into her comfy overstuffed chair, Felt the amber glow and warmth of the fireplace there The magic of a youthful mind is so very scrumptious and delicious A charming place things are really-real even if they are fictitious Rambleton Acres felt a jolt of winter’s mighty breath [...]

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Oct 26 2008

You never knew…

You never knew… Yet, you never understood my fervour; You never ventured to wipe my moistened eyes, With your lips through your embellishing kisses, You never heard the throbs of my soul, reaching You as feeble strains from the lute of my heart! You came into my life with out me knowing Your proximity to my soul; And sat on the flower bedecked [...]

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Oct 26 2008

A peddler…

    Some one is trying to play, the mandolin of the mind; When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart, A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look. And the staggering mind is retreating…Forsaken dusk! Even the waxy moonlight appears to you as the burning summer. And, spectacular vistas of spring, as sad rainy days. The woeful heart, [...]

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Oct 08 2008

Limitation

Hypnotized, mesmerized, illegalized Bound by government and god-payrents No more guns for you little girl I never wanted them in the first place Mr.! Weathering the storm that will ensue She’s inspired by something (but it’s not really her) It flows and it’s mine, she proclaims. “I’m a listless flower waiting for the last stages of bloom” she explains. The cherry poppin’ prick of a [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Silver Horse the Ride of Love

    A- bomb absent to God present star’s floating light. Back-cross wears nothing naked to silence. Cemeteries count the dead. Ready for civilization. Clamshells for bullets. Masks made from cedar dome. Draft- horse mermaids polishing shoes, silver in their eyes. Velcro imagination. Exposed butterflies. Rainbows echo. Countless earth bares free life. Frantic life. Bloom referring to beauty. Judging colors. Reformation from birth. Recollect intermission. Follow inner dreams. Ravish shade. Straddle the night’s stone. Blind motionless sun. Glazier angels glued. Glossily disfigured shadows. Red-leaf [...]

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Sep 11 2008

Sister’s Needle

You wake yesterday. Will peace wear worry? The salt’s smile. Fire’s translucent self. Why? Steel hole rot. Less eternity. Sad sky present. The web soft to the night. Trust and think. Velvet voice star sail. Sex from porcelain. Embrace. Melt. Explore. Change. Linger to haunt times secret. Sacred with morning. Healing see through my window? The rain’s sister. Concrete bleeds. Needle surrounds, to the vein. Numb. Gray tear. Summer tan. Screaming hate. Her habit debates. Perhaps burned a body for disease. Hiding eyes pale white curtains for your thunder. Ash [...]

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Aug 22 2008

I Had A Dream

This poem is based on an actual dream that I had.   I had a dream the other day, Its vision will not go away, About some people dressed in gowns, (I know how strange this story sounds.) Each gown was separate from the rest, With different colours they were blest, And everyone had points of view, And revelations that were new. They studied scripture, [...]

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Aug 11 2008

Vengeance Is Mine

He rode into town in the back of a truck, A man on a mission, who, hoping with luck, Would find the young zealots who murdered his Dad, And vowed he’d take vengeance with all that he had. Was late in the evening, and chores had been done, He’d gone to the bedroom to tuck in his son, His father was [...]

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Aug 10 2008

Where does it go?

Where does it go? When it grows old Somewhere over the rainbow it waits It flies with the sun Through the burgundy moments Of a day And into the night In the perils of silence Where does it go? When your soul changes Have you forgotten Can it fly like a flutterfly With the colors of life Swimming through its skin Where does it go? When its let [...]

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