Without Anabel's smile,
I am a forest without a tree,
a universe without its golden sun;
and with a loner's heart,
I'll forever search for my lovely and unseen star!
Without Anabel's smile,
I'm tossed by the storm...to be thrown into the sea!
and with little hope,I easily lose heart!
Some women are easy to love,
and Anabel's name fits these tender words;
a real woman stands by her adored man,
and gives him all she can...
everything turned awfully sad...
when our beautiful star fell
from the August sky to the silent earth!
Without Anabel's smile,
life becomes a flower without spring,
an empty hand that holds nothing;
and mine waits for her distant hands
to touch me and make me come alive...
and if destiny is kind, we will dance!
Anabel...untrue Anabel, prettier than an unreal goddess:
have you found another sweet-heart...and settled for less?
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
I speak thy name so often, you’d think I’d know the spell; but so help me, I swear I do; I
saw it this sullen
Mourning standing in the cue – the gaunt brother of commerce’s inclusion aching with
regret; I could smell it on his breath – Lord, the world devoid of love drains my brothers
blue – they seek you in such vacant places – they see you where they are, not: a subtle
telling sub-plot of longing and regret; oh how they adorn such phases: the raincoat, the
cup of coffee, the last great event of yearning; the wrong turn not taken; for all is
gone, forsaken – in the void that seeks consume them one, two or three.
This is the last remark that can be spoken on the subject, for to lend it power is to doom
those brothers bold who beat thy rhythm true – those saints who ply a trade unique – to
stare at Godly men’s best intentions and render them oblique.
Fact none the less science has proven
That forms of energy does so change
Overly abundant is this synaptic spark
Power be contained in thus rotting shell
Only one knows thus where energy goes
If tomorrow I’ll be late for a coffee to "The Greek"
Do not wait
Above Olympus of pain I make portrait of Mother
In the loneliness I knit nostalgic mosaic of Father's
To the Children we build together the statue of longing
Let we kiss a lot Grandmother but not let us kill the exile
If after tomorrow I will be absent for cappuccino to "The Italian"
Wait me a bit
To save desperation about homeland
I will ride crazy within Dante’s circles
While daughter of Tyro’s King wound words from haven
Kills me every day and Kosovo in daylight
If today again I’ll not come to “The new club”
Don’t think that I don’t want
But there are gossips, rumors and fog
And I pray for everyone, even for those who only speak Albanian
Wait me to the field of the church where our childhood suffering
To make toast of tears; why we haven’t had the beautiful youth age
A love so zealous
Can defy a thousand men
But to whom shall I give my love
If no one wants, what I have to offer him
I lay awake at night
And cry a million tears
My pillow cries back at me
Because it hears my fears
At daybreak, I lay awake
Heartbroken, yet I persevere
For I will never give up on finding him
Not for a hundred years
Today, I passed a man, who gave me a wink
I think …
WHY she doesn’t understand?
I want to speak something,
Unfortunately she gets something.
Why is there a gap,
between our thoughts?
I went for a nap,
Hoping everything will be fine afterwards
But…nothing has changed
As if I am cursed,
I am back to hell.
Why I am like that?
Why can't I make anyone happy?
Why my life has become so sad?
Where are those joyful berries?
I am so scared
From all the directions
I am so dumb
That I can't believe on my own self
When will the light of glory,
Come to my life
For which I have always thrived.
When will I be able to convey my feelings
Of love & care for her?
When will I be able to share?
She behaves as if I don't exist
Like I am out of her life.
This makes me feel ,
As if my heart is cut with a knife.
Talking is far...
She doesn’t even give a glance
How can everything be alright?
I can't even see a trace of chance.
My eyes are swollen because of tears.
They have become red
But I don't think she cares
Which makes me tremble with fear..
I never wanted to hurt you
I am sorry if I did
I know it was my mistake to some extent
I am sorry.... I am rude
But I don't pretend
I will try to be polite
As per your delight
Please please please don't walk away
I am ignorant
Instead help me to find a way
Help me to rise,
Take me to paradise!!!
To thee, my love, I send a well worn heart
though wrapped in crimson satin and unbeating
I fill it with sweet meats and love's entreating's
Oh please return, we've been too long apart.
I brood at break of dawn and setting sun
behind the velvet cloth of our bower.
I stare from arched turrets in our tower
and strain to hear the homeward hoof beats start.
Hear me now return, I'm left with but a part
of a life not worth living without my dove.
Your Valentine is but a token love,
for needs be, I've much more to impart.
To thee, my better half, my sweetest bride
will you return to me, will you homeward ride.
*A Canzone is a pre-curser to the sonnet
and has 10-11 mixed metered lines, I have used
Dante's end rhyme pattern [abbcdeeccffcgg]
Contest: Your Best Rhyme
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
I've loved you for awhile.
I know now I can share my heart with you.
You have proved to me that I can trust you with it.
Can you help me put it back together again?
All i ask is for you to handle it with care because it is fragile.
So here it is my heart open but broken.
Ready for you love.
The stories I could tell and having told
of trials which would led thee upon a well worn path
within the skin and to the core the soul
through torrid memories of the long lost past.
I'd speak of Joseph whose passions prompted bliss
of kisses deep within this form of Eve
of baths with gentle hands, where my soul heaved
as fingers traced each mounds earthy contrast.
And so that, days pleasures not bow to nights repasts
I'd share with you a tale of sun baths in rye fields
laying au naturel in hip high grass, as caution yields
to tender taunting's upon an oh so, rigid mast.
Truly, I'd say for bold I am, and never cold,
the naked truth should never be, left undersold.
see spot see spot run, wow mom i can read
yes but you must go to school to get all you need
at home i can teach you how to tie your shoes
but they can teach you why one and one makes two
back then getting an education was so clear
and we didn't bother to question why
as we learned the different between hear and here
and of course how to multiply
but now it seems school is not what we pictured
no more recess where we run and laugh
they have brought in American literature
a when will i use all this math
then you must combind all you know and more
just to try and get a deceit S.A.T. score
which they say is based solely on your knowledge
and it's very important when choosing a college
this is why we must focus on our priority's
in order to get into a good university
and in these times you need a college degree
that's the only way to make it in today's society
you'll have plenty of time to have fun
so don't be anybody fool
it time you start looking out for number one
be smart ! stay in school