Best Genoa Poems
grand garden at Giverny
are gems gorgeously
nestling near a warm abode
where golden path lies beneath
in thick impasto and rugged strokes
transforming terrestrial moment
into amaranthine beatitude
baggy brush movement
of varied greens~
transposing from soft geneva
to gecko and genoa
interlacing with periwinkle petals
blended with amethyst and magenta
unfurling paradisaical artist's milieu
teeming trees reflect
dappled sunshine
in exuberant flora
resembling your eyes
exuding ethereal joy~
every time you look at me
30 April 2021
For "All Yours (April 30) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1st place
Notes:The Artist's Garden at Giverny (French:Le Jardin de l'artiste à Giverny) is an oil on canvas painting by Claude Monet done in 1900 now the Musée d'Orsay, Paris.
It is one of many works by the artist of his garden at Giverny over the last thirty years of his life. ( Photo and info credits to Wikipedia)
Categories:
genoa, appreciation, art,
Form:
Ekphrasis
An invitation arrives to my first dance
I'm hoping for some sweet romance
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
Hope I find some creative flair
Top hat and tails and lots of glam
If I don’t find a dress it will be a sham
Off to the thrift shop I must go
For a few dollars I can be the star of the show
I pick up a stylish pink feather boa
Like the posh ladies wear from Genoa
A designer dress for a couple of bucks
Hope the guys come here for there’s a lovely tux
A pair of high heels and my outfit is complete
Those society ladies simply cannot compete
I will simply be the belle of the ball
For my outfit will look the best of them all
When I arrive at the dance I simply steal the show -
That night I go home with a handsome new beau!
Contest:-) Putttin on the Ritz
Sponsor Judy Konos
10th August 2015
Jan Allison
Categories:
genoa, clothes, dance, romance,
Form:
Rhyme
Genoa by night
Meandering streams of light
Like wisps of smoke
Wrap themselves on the hills
Of the dormant city,
Sliding towards the sea.
Genoa beautiful appears
By night too
Almost as awaiting
For the new day
Silently.
Genova di notte (italian version)
Rivoli di luce tortuosi
Come volute di fumo
Si avvolgono sulle colline
Della città addormentata,
Scendendo verso il mare.
Genova bella mi appare
Anche di notte
Quasi attendesse
Il nuovo giorno
Silenziosa.
Categories:
genoa, places,
Form:
Prose Poetry
They sailed from ports
From Europe's past
To Ancient Civilisations
How long would they last
Genoa, Santander
To name just two
Galleons, traders
Who helped who
Distant lands
So far from their home
Indigenous tribes
Whose kings they'd dethrone
Aztec and Inca
Civilisations iconic
Along came the white man
Chronic
Pillaged for riches
To send back home
To fat bellied monarchs
Whose throne's groaned
Indigenous culture
Stripped from their land
Preached new culture
Forced to understand
Great civilisations
Of this planets past
With wanton greed
Would never last
Civilisations modern
Whose next on the list
New Guinea tribes
White mans twist
To look back
At the carnage thrust
White mans greed
Was their only must
For all the lands
Who felt their sting
White man came, took everything
" Inspired by Midnight Oil "
Categories:
genoa, adventure, faith, history, life,
Form:
Rhyme
He was born in Genoa,
and his mother was Susanna;
and he set sail at the age of fourteen,
to begin a new exploration age!
His father Domenico
gave him inspiration and courage...
while his three brothers: Giacomo,
Bartolomeo and Giovanni ventured with him
on his long and dangerous voyages,
and accused of many atrocities...
they were sent back to Spain in chains!
A visionary with an extraordinary man's ego,
followed in the footsteps of Marco Polo...
and in his final days, he died a disappointed man!
Categories:
genoa, anniversary, death, family, father,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
Ghost Ship
Benjamin Briggs a master, with three previous commands
Took over the ill fated ship, which was to prove to be his last stand.
The ship originally named the Amazon, was 103 feet long
She was listed as a half-brig, and everything seemed to go wrong.
She had a lot of accidents and passed through many owners hands,
Eventually she turned up in New York, for sale and a new command.
She was sold and refitted; the owners bought her for a song.
Then they had her re-registered, to maybe help right the wrongs.
Captain Briggs his wife and child, in eighteen seventy two
Set sail on November the seventh, plus an extra seven man crew.
The cargo was seventeen thousand barrels, of raw American alcohol
They set off for Genoa Italy, not forgetting his daughters’ toys and doll.
On December the fifth half way between the Azores and Portugal
The Dei Gratia spied a brigantine, but it didn’t look right at all.
He watched it for two hours because he recognised the ship
The brig, that he had been in dock with, and he knew Ben commanded it.
It was sailing all wrong, it was yawing on the sea.
Captain Moorhouse knew Captain Briggs, was the captain he should see,
They took a boat out to the ship, and boarded her when they could,
On climbing aboard they found the ship to be empty, but all sound and good.
There was plenty of food and drink, but all the ships papers were gone
The ships clock was not functioning, but of the compliment*, there was none.
There should have been a lifeboat, but that was not there now
Just a frayed rope hanging in the sea and they didn’t know why or how.
Captain Moorhouse was perturbed knowing his friend Briggs to be in distress
He took the ship into to tow, it was named the “Mary Celeste.”
~GG~ 2011©
Compliment The number of crew on board a ship*
Categories:
genoa, history,
Form:
Couplet
Great Italian Lovers
or
How to Tell an Italian Pinch From Sexual Abuse...
Of all the nerve!
Sal turned abruptly
as she felt the pinching
of her bottom.
She was never a shy girl,
and certainly not about to pretend
just because
she was in an elevator in Naples.
There were three of them.
They all stood
ignoring her in stony silence.
She hadn't been fast enough
to see which hand was jerked away.
She just couldn't tell
who had pinched her on the butt.
The tall one looked blankly at the ceiling.
Another balding man had his eyes closed
as if praying.
The other Italian glanced at her and smiled,
then looked away.
"Your prayers are answered Bambino,"
she said."Let's go to my room."
The bald guy smiled triumphantly.
morale of this poem...make sure she's Italian
before pinching.
Ha ha I learned the truth of this Italian pinch in a Pensione in Rome, but I changed it to Naples bacause it reads better. This is an old poem... Dedicated to my friend Caterina Pelle in Genoa Italy,
© ron wilson aka Vee B'Dosa the Doylestown poet
Categories:
genoa, america, patriotic, romantic, sensual,
Form:
Lyric
Corsica, oh my Corsica.
Corsica of a thousand charms,
Corsica of whose fragrance
I can distinguish from France.
I delight in your coat of arms
with an image the replica
of an emancipated man.
You were my childhood paradise.
In your gardens I played and ran.
Your shores inspired delightful tales
of a land fortified by whales.
Oh! Corsica, my Corsica
I long to inhabit your shores
to flee Hudson's punitive laws.
There never was a land so dear
as this idyllic island rare.
France did value thee at a price
and Genoa prospered from thy sale.
Corsica, oh my Corsica,
shall I ever see thee again?
or will my longing be in vain?
Oh! how I love thee Corsica!
heal my protracted home sickness
like a tender loving mistress.
Categories:
genoa, dream,
Form:
A night for Romance
Wes at on an upturned boat of the type of “the old man and the sea.”
by Ernest Hemingway used, the night had all the ingredients needed
for romance, full moon and glittering stars on blue velvet.
She gave herself to me, how trite and old fashion this sentence sound
nevertheless, it was so, sixty years ago.
I gave her a cheap wristwatch bought in Genoa it was hopelessly slow.
I think it was in some small seaport in Guatemala or some other
the port on the coast of Latin America and the year was 1964.
Then the night paled I could see my ship it was ready to set sail
to some other destination. And so many years later her kisses
still lingers on my lips.
Categories:
genoa, beautiful, betrayal, birthday, blue,
Form:
Blank verse
Enea, Embarking at Piombino
An impecunious nobleman he was,
with all the grace and arrogance of youth:
he signed with Capranica, just because
the latter (who was longer in the tooth,
with deeper pockets) offered him, in truth,
a chance to show his intellectual wares –
and fortune loves a comely youth who dares.
This Capranica bore Colonna blood,
the Pope, new-voted, was Orsini clan –
a situation classed as less than good.
The urgent need was, get to Switzerland,
consult the Pope, and do what eloquence can.
(Poor Capranica’s farms were being despoiled
by elements who were Orsini-loyal).
And Enea? Good-looking, limber, neat,
whose fragrant learning smelled not of the lamp:
he’d charm those cardinals right off their feet,
with each Quintilian quip or Catiline cramp.
Across the seas and through the Alps he’d tramp,
with brain and tongue to serve his master’s cause,
like “To Lucasta, Going to the Wars.”
To Piombino Capranica’s band
now headed. Quite aware they must avoid
Orsini cities, and all hostile land,
took ship for Genoa. A storm “annoyed”
their boat (the very word Enea employed):
as Ulysses encountered Nausicaa,
he almost lost his life off Corsica.
But here we see him as the journey starts
(he’s riding on the chestnut). True to form
(before the fiefdom of the Bonapartes)
his universe is colourful and warm,
oblivious of that black approaching storm.
If only we could know our destiny,
and shape to meet our cyclones, out at sea!
Categories:
genoa,
Form:
Rhyme Royal
One of the four sons of a wool-weaver,
Christopher Columbus became a great navigator,
who went to sea to learn the sailor's skills
and later to discover a land filled with riches;
rejected by The King of Portugal, he appealed
to the Republic of Genoa and Venice...to return empty-handed!
Finally, King Ferdinand II and Queen Isabella of Spain
agreed to make him the " Admiral of the Seas ",
and Columbus departed from Palos, Portugal with three caravels:
the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria for a slow and long voyage...
to find spices, and gold in mines and rivers and in other places;
and when one of his sailors sighted land,as if in a mirage,
Columbus thought he had reached the East Indies,
not realizing he had discovered the New World's shores!
Categories:
genoa, adventure, father, history, inspirational,
Form:
Italian Sonnet
I'm looking into a mirror at the age in my eyes
And the lines on a battle scarred face
Wondering where it all went
Children have grown and time has taken its toll
But the dreams never die and I feel a joy in knowing
That while death is a worthy adversary and will win in the end
Some have never lived
It doesn't seem so distant that a cowboy walked down the street
Plastic handles on the pistols
A back in the saddle again mindset
And dreams of heroic maiden saving feats
Dominated the thoughts of a little boy
While the ocean called his name and new passions arose
Oh the maidens! A pirate at times
But laughter and good times were ongoing
Never really facing the inevitable fate of one's own mortality
And life was to be led for the moment
A walk down the streets of Cobh
A smile from a young woman in Stavanger
Bracing for cold in the air in Vaernes
But sweltering in the warmth of the Norwegian people
GOD Would I do it again
From Christmas in Barcelona to a late spring adventure
In the back room of a bar on the French Riviera
You can take all that I acquired but leave my memories
Of that Sunday in Edinburgh and the castle in Patras
The arms of a dark haired beauty in Athens
And the grace of her charms in Genoa
In review I felt the joys and sorrows
Triumphs and defeats
Happiness and anguish but without regret
Should we choose anew I would return
Until the time approached again
For review.
Categories:
genoa, life, people, places, time,
Form:
Bio
The Phantom of Genoa
Along the docks of Genoa, a man with bent shoulder walks
he is thin and pale like he hides under his winter coat
it can be very cold in Genoa, for him the winter is everlasting.
Few people recognize him, those who do to avoid him
of this huddled figure of cowardice; they see in him themselves
the humiliation of weakness buried deep within their soul.
Once he had been a popular captain on a cruise liner, he
failed, shamed by his nation and worst of all himself.
“Vada a Bordo Cazzo.” Rings in his ears.
Shouted in his whenever he appears in public.
Unforgiven he walks the street night street; he is our ghost.
Categories:
genoa, absence, break up, emotions,
Form:
Free verse
Round Trip to Italy
From Bangkok
Plane landed in Rome
Transit hall
Drank some wine
You been sent home in shame
By fulsome jesters
Try Genoa
Martini…for sure
A new job
Easy now
Don’t let the ****ers catch you
Keep your head down.
Ship sails noon
From shores of misery
Screw them all
More wine mate
Wake up tomorrow midday
Drink a cold beer.
Tell the truth
You overslept…sorry
It’s no lie
Be contrite
Your young face oozes of sincerity
And moist blue eyes.
Categories:
genoa, adventure, confusion, depression, fear,
Form:
Blank verse
Ukulele Gamma
007 Bandplace
Metropolis USA
00500-005
Dear Lois Lane
First thing , first Dame Banjo
and Rookie Wooliers experiments
Include bamboo and spray foam.
Some other things less worthy
Of mentioning. I showed her
the leather concepts,
she laughed at Both brands
And remarked who's or
Should I say what rightminded
Person who wear Elk leather
Pants and fish leather boots
Ellie Farlow had a baby with
Bleepin Task and Jock Ewing
sent him to Mexico, he meet
Mystiques Rakott and had three
Son and four daughters. While in
Havana he meet Pale Chopin who
Introduced him to Merian C. Cooper
the third.who Paul Are back smuggled
a meteorite and Kong's dna from a
Lab in Cuba to a secret place called
Galacta. We don't know much but
Dr. Wolfgang Sinister and Nurse Savage
Had files that included "Bird Bionic"
and " Travusphere" we saw a woman
Flying round Mount Ferris and a man
Walking on water. Badka told me it was
Black Manta and Mystique, I just thought
Lois and Jimmy should know.
Sincerly Yours
Ukulele Gamm
Categories:
genoa, art, character, creation, culture,
Form:
Bio