Best Arrivederci Poems
You played your pipe for me to dance,
as puppet master, worked the strings,
but today my heart will pirouette;
I am giving back the gold nose ring.
Last night I saw just how it is
Between yourself and naive me;
you are the wolf, I am the lamb
always destroyed in repartee.
You think I cannot live alone
without your condescending reign;
you won't hear Arrivederci play,
I won't come back to Rome again.
This love train has left the station;
It is speeding down "don't look back track."
Goodbye to disappointing love;
I'm moving on to be exact.
Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Goodbye
Such a lonely, sad word
Sometime there is no recovery
No recourse
Just the inevitable
We say it so casually
Then turn away
Expecting the other to be
But eventually, they are simply gone
Final as the death of beginnings
Aspirations killed before realization
Unfriendly glares to smiling hellos
Damned before they start
I find little good in its sentiment
It is the termination of
What was; of what is;
What could be..if only
For there are better ways to part
Expressing good wishes--Love
Expectations of joys to come
Lingering with a heart smile
Hasta la vista--Until I see you
Auf wiedersehen-Until we meet
Arrivederci-See you soon
Farvel-Farewell
There are so many other options
So many ways to leave.
Finality arrives on its own.
Such a lonely, sad word--
Goodbye
(So many other languages have beautiful sentiments behind their parting phrases, why do we use one that is so final?)
"Buonjiorno carina, hello sweetheart"
he says with a smile and a stroke of goatee
Her acqua di Gio is fantasy art,
un dolce far niente that lingered in scent;
"La Spiaggia, the beach?"
he points on to it with a grin and two roving eyes.
Her manners are suave she just smiles then moves on
"Ti Prego, I Beg You "
he says as he follows the trail of her sensuos bod,
lost in the luxury of un dolce far niente;
"Arrivederci amore mio, goodbye my love"
she whispers to the air that clings to her sultry dress.
Scattered showers of desire run through his veins,
she's Italian this vixen and only she, holds the reins.
They are without a doubt
my favorite potato delicacy
French fries
Just the aroma makes me swoon
in sheer ecstasy ... bang zoom
As a youngster, I could eat them everyday
if it were left up to me
French fries
Sliced in circles or sticks,
tossed in the deep fry ... hmmm,
has me licking my lips
Scientists try to tell me
that their nutritional value is low
But what does an egghead know
Anybody who disses the fries,
they must be slow
Or gotten concussed in the head
by an errant elbow
The bottom line is this:
give me the French fries,
and you can have the rest of the menu
Kwaheri, arrivederci
and a fond adieu
Call me king of the potato heads,
now what shall I call you?
I just can’t leave without saying:
at least bye for now or ‘till we meet again.’
a conventional phrase we always say
to people we’ve met and cared for.
In another country like in Italy,
Ciao o arrivederci is a common cliché
in Spanish they always say, ‘hasta luego’
and in my own language, ‘hanggang sa muli’
As Filipino myself it’s a lovely thing.
to have that courtesy before leaving;
it’s an important gesture, an ethical manner
at least to show a smile or word of thanks.
I remember where I was assigned before,
working with immigrants like those Italians;
some Hispanics, Maltese, Irish and Sri Lankans,
it’s a universal thing to say bye for now.
Then another mission assignment came to my life,
that’s a tough one working at the borderline
that’s between El Paso and a city in Chihuahua
Ciudad Juárez, a place where I lived with Mexicans.
While I study and work at the same time
there’s an element of joy and compassion
I saw how these people like Mexicans
struggled to live and coped with life.
I really enjoyed my relationship with them
I even developed my own sense of freedom
to be creative and compassionate to them
A real commitment, like a song to my ears.
But when that time came that I ought to leave them,
I couldn’t say a word but just a sweet smile,
they understood right away that I’d stay no longer
in our Casa del Migrante, a place of hospitality.
As I was leaving my mission to face another role
in another context, place and working relationship,
some close friends and faithful followers,
organized a party with music and camaraderie.
And I still remember how they spoke about me
saying in a chorus of voices: ‘we’ll miss you,’
that’s a moving experience that even now
I recall those mem’ries so precious to me
that I cherish them all in my heart.
It’s a memorable scenario, a moment of joy
with a cadence of notes unfolding –
un beso de despedida!
though in a short period of time
After July abdicates, august August arrives,
and the year advances, as annually agreed.
After assessing alternative alternatives and accords,
as anticipated, no other affirmative alternative is advanced.
Actually August is always an annual actuality, affably accepted
as amicable and always awaited ardently, as July avidly absconds!
Anxiously active actions advise August adherents, to atrabilious accordingly,
as days are abridged and abbreviated, around-the-clock! Slowly
as all administrations adjourn, advocates abort all agonistic argument,
as analysis of aforethought Acts are advanced, and addendums
are amicably agreed. After appropriate and amusing accolades are accepted,
all approve of appeasement, as another additional accidental adventitious
activity appears! August is always appreciated and advances, as aide-de-camps
award and authorise aristocrats and actuaries, to amalgamate advertising agencies,
although angry animosity always aggravates, angers, and aggrieves
anti-agreement antagonists! Assuaging angry aged academics and agents,
aghast at angry animosity, always attracts acrimonious atrabilious attention.
As an acknowledged antidote, an amusing anecdote is always acceptable,
as an agreeable anaesthetic appetizer, and allaying fears. An atmosphere
of aggravated argument, also assures all august, August activities are
axed and abolished abruptly, as September appropriately and advisedly appears!
Adieu, Adios, Arrivederci, Au revoir August and Amen!
Rhymer. September 1st, 2016..
I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm
There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm
If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years
But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here
I was born to be a Butter Ball
Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
To be a tender turkey is my call
And all you want to do is eat me
Yes, you wanna eat me
They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again
Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim
Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block
As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought
I was born to be a Butter Ball
So delicious they're coming back for more
Tenderized to the very core
All they want to do is eat me
I was born to be a Butter Ball
A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
To be a tinder turkey is my call
Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams
Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends
So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned
I was born to be a Butter Ball
The highest honor of them all
Into the open oven I must fall
Cause all you want to do is eat me
Yes, all you wanna do is eat me
I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm
There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm
If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years
But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here
I was born to be a Butter Ball
Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
To be a tender turkey is my call
And all you want to do is eat me
Yes, you wanna eat me
They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again
Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim
Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block
As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought
I was born to be a Butter Ball
So delicious they're coming back for more
Tenderized to the very core
All they want to do is eat me
I was born to be a Butter Ball
A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
To be a tinder turkey is my call
Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams
Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends
So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned
I was born to be a Butter Ball
The highest honor of them all
Into the open oven I must fall
Cause all you want to do is eat me
Yes, all you wanna do is eat me
Again!?!
Will this madness ever end?!?
Hate to do this to ya'll but it would help if you listened to Miley's version first...YouTube it.
I spent my early life
Looking out from behind
The chain link fence on the turkey farm
There they fed me right
Fattened up my thighs
After all, what could be the harm
If it was up to me
I would never leave
It's where I prefer to spend my years
But alas will come the day
When all good turkey's have to say
Arrivederci...I am outta here
I was born to be a Butter Ball
Unlike those sloppy pigs that live next door
To be a tender turkey is my call
And all you want to do is eat me
Yes, you wanna eat me
They just took Turkey Jack
To the shed out back
Where we never heard from him again
Just like yesterday
With my friend Turkey Dave
Strange they haven't messed with Turkey Slim
Am I the next in line
Could this here be my time
My head placed on the chopping block
As I say my goodbyes
To all the gals and guys
I gobble to Mary Lou as an after thought
I was born to be a Butter Ball
So delicious they're coming back for more
Tenderized to the very core
All they want to do is eat me
I was born to be a Butter Ball
A slap in the face to the Honey Ham
To be a tinder turkey is my call
Heavy on the gravy with a side of yams
Now that you know my tale
I hope I told it well
Enjoy this day with your family and your friends
So remember then
Don't leave the stuffing in
And dinner will go the way that it was planned
I was born to be a Butter Ball
The highest honor of them all
Into the open oven I must fall
Cause all you want to do is eat me
Yes, all you wanna do is eat me
"Arrivederci", I heard the wise man whisper at the grave,
He ponders on his thoughts of no more visions of his love,
If he only knew his blindness of the truth would not save,
For the sanctity of togetherness comes from above.
I close my eyes and believe in the stability of our devotion,
I can no longer see you but perceive a physical sensation,
An intuitive awareness of being with you, heightened emotions,
Loving with heart and soul, there is no such thing as seperation.
I'll go on living my life knowing you will always reside within me,
For no sense of longing to be near you, can not always be seen.
Date Written: November 26, 2015
"Goodbyes are only for those that love with their eyes, because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as seperation."
Russian--Dosvidaniya
Spanish--Adios
Arabic--Elalleqa
Persian--Khodaahaafez
Cherokee--Donadagohvi
Navajo--Hagoonea'
Japanese--Jane
German--Auf Wiedersehen
Italian--Arrivederci
French--Au Revor
Swedish--Hejda'
Hawaaiian--Aloha
Hebrew--Shalom
Goodbye in so many languages. It is time to go. So long.
You never liked me, although I am not certain why...
Heaven only knows the multitude of attempts that I made to ride those fierce
tidal waves along with you, but just as I smiled, you so very, very subtly...ever so
subtly...
drove your tiny fist into my heart, shoving me into a black sea of fury as I was left
choking on salt water, gasping for air...
drowning in your indifference
as my pen divulged the enchantment of what I thought could be forever.
The abrasive sand cleansed me of your evil, removing delusions of possibility,
igniting notions of your scripted words Oh, the essence of your pseudo self to
which others are not yet privy!
Artificial.
Faithless.
Feighned.
Evasive.
Equivocal.
For what type of individual could elude a sincere spirit? One who is judgmentally
devoid of credibility...whose mirror...
deceives.
I shut the door, and bolted it, when I discovered the
Brutus in you.
See me
I am Italy
Across the seas
Propaganda Papers be
Lie about me
I did not hide Mr. Famalli family
I am innocent I tell you retreat
Hide in bushes pass Florence city
Man please
Cheese pulled mozzarella pizza treats
Fat sized balls rolled meat
Fingerprints hidden from police
They will never find me
Arrivederci!
Small minded sleep slumbering creep!
So you think you can read me like a book
and predict my mood just by the way I look,
don't be too sure you don't know me at all,
seen as crying I'm really having a ball...
Caesar killed Brutus wearing a smile
and Jesus betrayed Judas with a kiss,
macho Apollo was into homosexuality,
boy, things aren't what they seem to be...
What you see is but the shell of a man,
just a piece of rusty, empty tin can...
blah, blah, blah, blah...
Classical is short for whimsical,
rock is a close relative of punk,
country is silly, too tearjerkery,
mistype sax and you get sex...
Coldest than the colder steel,
hardest than the harder stone,
softest than the softer cotton...
Jack & Jill went up the hill to get a pail of water...
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder...
Itsy bitsy teeny weeny polka dot bikini...
Itsy bitsy spider up the water spout...
Oh, wait a minute, Mr. Postman...
La cucuracha, la cucuracha...
Besame, besame mucho...
Old McDonald has a farm...
Cucuru cucu paloma...
Arrivederci Roma...
Vaya con dios...
Oye como va...
Jambalaya...
what else?
Ah, I can't finish this damn piece.
Writer's block, writer's block, writer's block!
Yikes! don’t know where this crazy piece is headed.
I’ve sat here all night just trying to write
But nothing would spring from my brain
I looked in my mind and what did I find
I think that I’m slightly insane
I’ve been unaware of things that live there
I don’t want to go there again
What lives in my shadows is all kinds of baddoes
And things that I cannot explain
I don’t mean no malice to poor little Alice
Her world appears run of the mill
For here in my head donkeys dance with the dead
And Santa cooks elves in the grill
A man with one shoe tries to fly a gnu
With a pelican sat on his head
A pig laying eggs has pogo stick legs
And she nests in an upside down shed
There’s a big old guitar that is screeching Yee Hah
As it gallops around on a horse
The horse wears a Stetson and smokes a cigar
Because he’s half cowboy, of course
And then there’s the nurse who’s driving a hearse
While wearing a Grim Reaper’s hood
The back is packed solid with tangled up bodies
Her nursing it seems isn’t good
And up in the sky where the polka dot fly
Buzzes around eating frogs
He’s clearly quite wary of what he finds scary
The tongues of the flycatcher dogs
There’s flesh coloured robots all queuing to vote
And a sheep busy mounting a cow
I know it’s absurd but a bowling ball bird
Said Arrivederci and ciao
Well that took the biscuit I just couldn’t risk it
This nonsense will have to be hurled
Into the mire of my minds icy fire
And not be unleashed on the world
But why do I try with my ink running dry
To counter my insanity
No kitten nor bunny is profound or funny...
I’ll stick with the madness in me.