On vacation, a place in the sun,
I wanted to do something exciting and fun.
I decided to find a place to horseback ride,
just the horse, me, and the guide.
I tried to recall riding horses in my past,
the guide told me that "Alessandro" was fast.
We were taking a leisurely tour,
the scenery, the beauty, couldn't have enjoyed anything more.
But I was in for a surprise you see.
The guide had a real treat for me.
We were at the base of a hill,
we would run to the top, excited, I got a chill.
My guide smiled, " let him go on three".
I leaned back a little, was ready as I could be.
Sandro knew what he was all about.
All that I had to do was let him out.
In those few moments I felt we could fly,
Sandro and me into the sky.
I felt pure joy riding into the sun
my horse and I moved as one.
When we reached the top of the hill, I let out a deep sigh.
My heart and soul were exhilarated and high.
It was an experience, I won't forget a thing.
Remembering how it caused my heart to sing
It remains etched in my memory, forever in my mind,
It was just a moment in time, but the extraordinary kind.
Categories:
alessandro, animal, appreciation, beautiful, horse,
Form: Rhyme
Her husband had died bearing arms in a war zone
And left her to raise two boys on her own
It wouldn’t be easy with sweet Alessandro baby
Since relentlessly grueling was life in Italy
The last straw was a brutal earthquake
That left the village with naught but heartache
Mother’s tears were to know one more hardship
As Alessandro was bundled and boarded on a ship
Sent off to be raised by aunt and uncle in America
For a second chance with a new mama and papa
Of course Alessandro cried for his mother till blue
Also for the father he so barely knew
Felt callously abandoned, sadder than some melancholic dove
Would be years till he’d comprehend his mother’s act of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on November 23, 2017
Categories:
alessandro, america, anxiety, courage, family,
Form: Rhyme
Sandro
Mastering his skill of painting, diligent to detail, color, and Frescos (Sistine Chapel)
Born in Florence, Italy, apprenticed as a goldsmith, then later with a master painter
By 1472, he had his own workshop where he created most of his works
Painting his Early Renaissance and Gothic Realism art plus doing church Frescos
He feared marriage saying it gave him nightmares, so he never married or had children
However he did love a married noblewoman and asked to be buried at her feet and was
In his later life, he was accused of "keeping a boy" but he was dismissed of charges
Yet he died in disgrace. His art remains in churches and galleries forever beloved
Botticelli
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April 3, 2016
Poetry/Bio/Sandro Botticello
Copyright Protected, ID 16-774-483-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
(Real name - Alessandro di Mariano Filipepe)
Categories:
alessandro, art,
Form: Bio
Two men were murdered in the Massachusetts town of Braintree.
They were Frederick Parmenter and Alessandro Berardelli.
Both were employees of the Slater-Morrill Shoe Factory.
The culpable individuals absconded with payroll money.
Two followers of the infamous anarchist Luigi Galleani
were immigrants Nicola Sacco and Bartolommeo Vanzetti.
Neither had police records, but espoused militant anarchy.
Both were connected to the Braintree murders circumstantially.
The two arrested men became world centers of controversy.
The first trial was filled with questionable testimony.
There were numerous requests from all over for clemency.
After two trials, the defendants were found guilty.
The twenty-second of August in 1927 was their last day.
Controversy about their involvements persists up to today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
alessandro, death, history, tribute, men,
Form: Rhyme