Best Gelato Poems
My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy
Day one was a trip in a cable car to the summit of Mount Baldo
The views from the top were amazing of Lake Garda down below.
Day two we visited Verona, a city of great architectural beauty
And it's where Shakespeare was inspired by Juliets famous balcony
We saw great works of art showing statues, of Roman mythology
Churches now outnumber them after their conversion to Christianity.
Day three we went on a speed boat trip on the beautiful Lake Garda
Then had a walk around the town of Sirmoine, and ate some tasty pizza
Of course the day would not be complete without tasting some gelato
Every flavour you can think of, it's ice cream in case you didn't know.
On the fourth day we went to Venice and we were pleasantly surprised
St Marks Square, Rialto Bridge, Doges Palace and The Bridge of Sighs
Lots of narrow passageways that leads to many a little square
Words alone can't convey its appeal you really have to be there.
On the fifth and last day a scenic trip up the Dolomite mountains
We saw scenic alpine images and drove through villages with fountains
Swiss style chalets dotted the hillsides that added to its great charm
Scenes of utmost tranquillity that gives you a feeling of inner calm.
Day six and its time to head back home, and we travelled through the night
Through Switzerland then Calais in France, to catch the ferry at first light
Then just two more coaches that will take us nearer to our home
My wife is looking at brochures for next year, to see where else we can roam.
Written on 9th October 2022.
First Date Poets Dozen
Saw her beside me
Eyes yearning desperately
I fell instantly
Perfume in hand I approached her ever so slowly
Not moving too fast proceeding oh, so cautiously.
After asado, and cinzano, then gelato, we took a stroll
Parliamo piano, piano, love's flames started then ci vediamo
Past heartbreaks revealed, nothing at all was concealed
Talking quietly entranced, long, long, into the night
Walking hand in hand hearts aglow with what we feel
Our hearts had found their home, we just knew it was right
My perception of her love's reflection, was to my heart's delight.
*Asado= Argentine barbeque
*Parliamo piano piano= we spoke slowly (Italian)
*Ci vediamo= see you later, goodbye (Italian)
First date was in Buenos Aires hence Spanish Italian references
Most Portenos residents of Buenos Aires are of Italian/Spanish descent.
December 24,2015
For Silent One contest
First Date Poets dozen
A rest stop break and next to us
A group of German folken.
The universal language
Filled with gestures soon was spoken.
Perhaps a food tour? All were
Apron-clad and eating lunch
And drinking wine and laughing
As they'd sip and talk and munch.
My husband shrugged and pointed,
Meaning, What? No food for me?
A laden plate and glass of wine
Were offered instantly.
Our bus mates wandered over
And the party did expand
As giant German pretzels
Found their way to every hand.
You just need one brave soul to cross
The line and break the ice.
The payoff may be food or smiles
But either way, it's nice.
P.S. To keep the record straight,
Both licorice and hazelnut
Gelato found their happy way
Into the pathways of my gut!
I felt joy
From when we first met,
To when we had our small, playful fights.
I felt joy
When you told me about who you liked
And when you told me you had found love.
I felt joy
When you ruffled my hair
Or when you would see me dressed up.
I felt joy
When I got you gelato that one rainy day.
I felt joy
When we spoke
Or when we liked each other’s posts.
I felt joy
And only joy.
Walking in Milano
On a guided city tour,
I wasn't really certain
What delights would be in store:
A castle (or castello)
Which displayed, as quite a perk,
An unusual Pieta,
Michelangelo's last work.
A massive carved cathedral
And a mall with fancy shops
Filled with Prada and Armani
(Not my normal browsing stops)
And a modern art museum
With some wonderful displays,
Such a pleasure to encounter -
Worthy of a tourist's praise.
But let's not forget the topic
That's inspired this day's rhyme -
Yes, of course I had gelato
With 3 flavors at this time.
Hazelnut ('cause that's a given)
And pistachio to boot
With red raspberry I added
Just to try a little fruit.
When I think of this vacation
I will fondly look on back
With gelato as my guidepost,
Keeping memories on track.
We found a shady spot to sit
And gaze out at the sea
Or people watch on Monterosso,
Here in Italy.
We sailed to Cinque Terre,
Five small towns along the coast
Which hug the mountains charmingly
And hordes of tourists host.
We strolled the streets and alleyways,
Gelato for my lunch -
Both hazelnut and amarena
(Cherry is my hunch).
The sun was strong but soon we found
A copse of flow'ring trees
And settled in to soak the scene up,
Grateful for the breeze.
We met some locals and, as well,
New Zealanders on tour.
The sea, gelato, conversation -
Who could ask for more?
Narrow streets that block the light
Bridges spanning everywhere
Gondoliers in black and white
Pigeons in Saint Marco Square
Churches and Venetian glass
Synagogues from ghettoed Jews
Tourists you can barely pass
Everywhere - amazing views
Carts with vendors' souvenirs
Cool cafes to have a snack
When gelato time appears,
There will never be a lack.
Deep red berry on my cone
Next to hazelnut did mix.
Back at home I'll fret and moan
'Cause I'll miss my daily fix.
Travel opens up our eyes
To places different and unique
And every trip grants some surprise
Like my Italian ice cream streak.
I guess we get what we deserve
But Delta has a lot of nerve
To serve “gelato” with their meal
As if the stuff were somewhat real.
The days I spent in Italy,
Gelaterias luring me,
Have spoiled me truly and I’ll miss
My daily double scoop of bliss.
Departing Venice in the rain
I knew that I would e’er remain
A fan of this Italian treat
And bogus versions can’t compete.
My trip is over; once I’m home
There’ll be no new gelato poem
But here’s to all that I enjoyed –
Guess Haagen-Dazs will fill the void!
So here I am in Lecco,
An Italian lakeside town -
Charming, quaint and so idyllic
No one seems to wear a frown.
What could make the day more perfect?
Keep me in that happy zone?
Why, the answer's very simple -
Some gelato in a cone!
With gelaterias popping up
On every other block,
I could sample every flavor
Every hour 'round the clock.
But I chose a shop at random,
Picked 2 flavors that I love
And the taste was so delicious
It beat manna from above.
I'll be touring through the country
And one thing I guarantee -
Not a day will pass without a fresh
Gelato cone for me!
Our new master is the silent one as evil as can be
His plan was to stock pile all the banana's in the world
and It must be said we whole heartedly agreed ,
Now banana's are spread around the world so we need minions by the score
There's Carl and Tim and bob and Kevin I just can't name them all
The ones we don't collect we will eat as that's how we roll , Me want Banana ! (I'm hungry in minion)
nothings ever easy as the warehouse it caught fire, Bee Do Bee Do Bee Do! (fire in minion)
What a shame fried bananas and gelato (ice cream in minion) for our tea
Now if you want more updates you'll have to buy a tickets to minions two or three
Tulaliloo ti amo! (we love you in minion )
"It happens just because we need to want, and to be wanted too...when love is here or gone to lie down in the darkness and... listen to the warm.” -Rod McKuen
Listen to the Warm
It was warm that day, not too hot, not too cold
Our eyes met, my chest moved first in then out
consciously mimicking the motion of breathing but boy you took my breath away
we had gelato that day and when it came time I tried to pay, the look on your face was priceless
with very little protest I allowed you to have it your way, I was impressed
later you said to me you admired my independence
you loved how a woman so small could be so strong yet so warm, I reminded you of your mother
as I listened to you gush cuddled in your arms I felt at home the thought of your smile still melts me
In this moment I thought back to our first date how we walked, talked and laughed with ease
I recalled how quickly all my nerves, like butterflies, flew away
I fast forward in thought to you raving about how special and unbelievably cool I am
I still feel your warm meeting my warm creating our hot and now I stop.
The daydream had often in the dark is over and now I’m cold
I pull a second blanket atop of me as I roll on to my side to look at your side
I’m tired of thinking of the warm.
5/5/2016
AND PASSING INTO HOLY SOULSFROM AGE TO AGE
SHE PRODUCES FRIENDS OF GOD
PROPHETS
WISDOM 7:27
IF YOU GO TO MILAN in northern Italy
You probably head first to the Duomo
The massive Gothic Cathedral in the center
After you tour it and walk amid the spires on its roof
You might sit on the piazza steps eating gelato with scores of others
Then you might descend to the subway, ready for another adventure
As you hurry through the hallway to catch a train
You’ll pass a locked door with a small window
If you look
You’ll see mounds of dirt and stones
But if you return to the church
You can visit that underground space by going down some steps in the back
Amid the excavations is an octagonal-darkness
Alone
Contemplate the font where St. Ambrose washed
St. Augustine in the living waters of baptism
Then you can return to the bustling
Brightness, centuries later
But still held in the e3mbrace of the same Wisdom they sought
Found
Lord, open my soul to your wisdom and truth
Readings and Gospel
Wisdom 7:22, 8:1 * Psalm 119:89-91, 130, 135, 175
Luke 17:20-25
Anne Bressington Lord Christopher Monkton Rashid Buttar dr Vernon Coleman dr Sherri Tenpenny Dr Peter McCullough Dr Ben Tapper, nurse Kate Semrani nurse Shelly Tasker Deborah Conrad Jane Mikovits Del Matthew Bigtree Christine Ronald Bernard
Northrup Simone Gold Robert F Kennedy jr Suzanne Humphries Andrew Wakefield
Kelly Brogan Joseph Mercola Lee Merritt Alex Berenson Ty Bollinger Alexandra Mention
Polly Tommey Barbara Los Fisher Rocco Gelato Dennis Rancourt Alex Jones Paul A Off it
Dr Steven Hotze Dr Luc Montagnier Dr Mariano Amici Dr Jane M Orient Dr Micheal Yeadon
Father James Altman Paul Craig Roberts archbishop Vigano Maria Claire Edwards ex un official also Dr Graham Lyons 'Aus senator Malcome Roberts' president Jaier Bolsenaro Brazil Professer Francis Boyle
Ricardo Bosi Luitenant colonel Australian sas retired. Dr Ronald Kostoff ( Dr Robert Malone Msrn experimental
Vaccine builder.) Dr Mercola
The Rundown
I’m feeling all boxed up
caving from within...
Constructive delusion of truth
I can’t believe what I’m in...
Dreams of my youth
with a prison stint
my passions deep within
letting very few in...
I’ve been down on luck
I’m living life to win...
No more corners to turn
I’m gonna straight line this...
Mr. DA here’s a tip
a little something for ya...
You better hide from us
cause we gonna f......destroy ya...
You have no case
so what to do now...
Keep pursuing me
as I’m heading outta town...
Feds around the corner
watching every move
late night terrors
ain’t no way I’m gonna lose...
First you gotta find me
good luck with that...
Where to start first
here’s a tit for tat...
Look in the corners
every square inch...
With all that going on
what’s next is a cinch...
I’m that shadow standing
outside your bedroom window...
I’m no modern commando
but here’s a short little intro...
Your .......... so upset
crying all damm day...
that’s what happens when a ........
has his way...
Where my people now
f......haters everywhere
smoking on some gelato
as I die my f......hair...
Different person different state
setting up shop
just you wait...
Bigger than before
larger than the next
this street life s...
is simple yet complex...
After I get my millions
safe and sound away...
I’m coming for them b......
that tried to have me locked away...
You won’t see me coming
creeping down the block...
Peeping out the window
as the neighbors hear the shots...
All scores settled
finally time to chill...
Living a life of luxury
while heading to Brazil...
Just remember one thing
it’s all I gotta say...
When you hear that late night phone ring
It’s me that just escaped..
I ate gelato in Firenze
in the shadow of a cathedral
whose name I could not recall.
And gypsies, their wide skirts spread before them,
begged in Italian, words I did not know.
But what was I to do --
I did not understand their voices
and they did not recognize my hair
as their own.