Best Giovanni Poems
Giovanni the Pizza Guy
(Pronounce "a" as "uh")
Giovanni,
you make a
de savory tomato
and de thick
white creamy alfredo
you are a de pizza guy, amor'e
Si',
I make a de homemade paste
she's a richer for you taste
and that's a part of my story.
I make a de pizza pie
I make a it to please
you wanna de pepperoni
or you wanna de plain cheese ?
I am a you waiter
I take a you order
when you food-she a comes
she make a you mouth water
I make a de perfect pizza
in me you should a trust
you wanna de thick
or de thin crispy crust?
I can make a spagetti
or make a zucchini
butta for you , I make a linguine
I can make a de sauce red
I can make a it white
after you taste-you wanna more bite
I make a de spagetti -she's a made with love
I cook a real slow
you order ahead ; or you take a to go.
I putta de stuff on de top
I give a you wine or a some pop
Uno momento, will you please
I must a cut a de cheese
I am a you pizza guy
to make a you pizza pie
Why must a you stay a at home
when a you can a dine a in a Rome ?
I save a you a table
I tell a you a fable
I fill a you pants
I make a you dance
I make a de sauce thick
I make a de sauce thin
I make a you laugh
I make a you grin !
Si',
Please a come a back ; see a Giovanni again!
CHOW FOR NOW, BELLISIMA !
Copyright McCuen 2009
Bejeweled
Like moonlight in a rain drop
Glittering
Like a golden Christmas garland
Breathless
Like the first strike of Cupid's arrow
Faultless
Polished pedestrian perfection
Dancefloor
Diligence delivers determined duos
Paused.
Stunned. Silence. No-one breathes..
Acclaim!
Applause like a stampede of wild palms
Rapture
Of recognition requiring a hopeful return
Critique
Clamouring critical comments
Ascension
The holy grail of stairway stardom
Adulation
Anticipation of achievement assessment
Awaits..
The scores are in.
I shall remember you when
night crawls under day
dressed up in sunshine and
colorful hues I shall remember
you in every single book I
read catering to the fundamental
findings craving thought like
Langston Hughes I’ll fondly
remember civil rights field
trips dancing through cattails
in the woods wandering
between dandelion patches
and rows of daisies peeking
through cedar slats nestled
upon a garden nook I dig the
magnificent magnitude of our
telepathy designs of hope
courage and joy I will always
remember your smile opening
the window letting fresh air
inside a dull dim room something
about William Butler Yeats
Yolande Giovanni something
about me black power rings
the subtle warmth of the
voice of dignity human need
to express one’s own abilities
communicate with all walks
of life we are who we are
I thank you for giving me
encouragement my humble
beginnings I shall see you
tomorrow in paradise sunshine
In loving memory of Nikki Giovanni
at fifteen
seeing and
listening
to you in
Roanoke, VA
in that moment
I knew that's
what I wanted
to do and your
words elemental
thought-provoking
grounding, energizing,
and at times,
beautifully subtle
and Ms. Giovanni,
if I were a poet
i'd be like you
vocal, strong,
and flying on
wings of freedom
you kidnapped me
that day at Virginia
Western Community
College to take me
on a ride of rhythm
and words -- we
retrieve our blues
back and because
of you I will alwys
remember that
shoulders are for
emergencies only
and will go back
to that blues that
gospel that African
drum in heart and
spirit even while
llistening to rap
music
up up and away
to mars among
the stars and you
shine so bright so
bold every poem
a story told
Well and maybe This Season
a dream or two may come true
and peace of mind will follow...
this heart of mine that's been
broken for so long may finally
forget you and be as new, as
good as new oh yeah This
Season maybe I can put the
past behind me...keeping
faith over fear and God will
make the one path crystal
clear well I have to believe
my soul will be delivered, delivered
like a phoenix rising out of
many dark years...if it takes
a miracle, a new cause, a new
reason for being well maybe
a dream or two will come true
This Season, This Season!