Best Lombardy Poems
Kith and Kin.
For them,people's time is not a waste,
For them,people's lives are important,
Peace lovers,they have awakened conscience,
Constructive activities they do together ,
Full of compassion,they are free,unarmed,
They dance to the tune of peace,
They are free men,with sound lungs,
They draw a long breath of peace,
promoting brotherhood,
With a brave heart,active mind
and free spirit,they embrace brotherhood,
Not less worth do they give to peace,
Selflessly they encourage kindness.
P.S- Back in the 18 century,the swords of Polish Legion supporting Lombardy were inscribed with an Italian phrase translated as "Free people are brothers".
Contest:The Swords Speak.
Sponsor:Julia Ward.
21/1/2016
Back in the eighteenth century, the swords of the Polish Legion Supporting Lombardy were inscribed with an Italian phrase, translated as
Free people are brothers
We defend ourselves righteously.
And thus, free people are brothers.
Whether we fight on land or sea,
We defend ourselves righteously.
God, therefore, our support will be
From the tyranny of others.
We defend ourselves righteously.
And thus, free people are brothers.
Jan. 31, 2017 for the Contest of Julia Ward
MONA LISA
For ten years his paint brushes danced to the motion
of his hands on a white Lombardy poplar panel,
creating inimitable effects with the image he created –
Yes! Of one Lisa Gherardini, wife of a nobleman,
Francesco del Giocondo.
For ten years he handled his painting like a holy grail,
seeking to perfect his genius in different colored
oils, fused together with the blessings of his muses.
He never painted Mona Lisa even once,
while he’s drunk or angry.
Today, the pristine state of his mind’s reflection in color,
can be seen in the Louvre Museum, in Paris.
Date: 02/05/2017
In a well guarded place for two hundred and eighteen years
hangs a painting that is rare and revere but so well persevered
The work is oil on white Lombardy poplar panel
when years ago a candle would show her glow and enigmatic pose
A mysterious smile that will make you sit and stare for awhile
having the most writings and songs about her
in the Louvre of Paris she is their heiress
No matter her age or where she may hang
over the years at times she has gathered dust
The Mona Lisa is still the worlds most mysterious
a creation of Da Vinci's innermost piece.
T Reams 5th place
I am a woman in a man's world drinking milk to prepare a mustache.
The struggle to survive is disobedience.
In my garden, behind the weeds, there is a String of Pearls and the skulls we found on ice on Mount Everest, their genealogy goes back to Eden.
My job called for me to take two shampoos, two rinses, but since the plague, I walked past the gallows where time is being killed.
It is laborious, but I did it with one bath, petition, & Lamentation.
It feels as if I'm here too long. I've LIVED to see the unlikely, a peach-faced commander-in-chief who makes me think about the Indians ...
painted for war, but ...
where is his war? Who he is is unveiled in the foreskin of his eyes. By this, I know I'm here too long; I'm in a kitchen licking heaven from bay leaves.
I can tell he is uncircumcised, a Philistine, his palms do tell the circumference of his manhood. Money does not give birth to men.
I've heard him; Go crucify yourself to save my ego. When men need milk, you should hire a women to slap COV-19 back to vampire bats in China
... and sealed the caves
before the 'second wave' smashes into the puddles of people in Wuhan, Tehran, Gilan, New York, New Jersey, Catalonia, Madrid, Lombardy,
... & other known places
The voice from Washington, the banknote is not real. We do not have to panic but we must be righteous. That's the only way they'll see ...
the diagnosis of what is right within us.
I have a gut feeling that people are harmful to their stomachs. From all the gators, frogs, snails, dogs, and creepy crawlers we have eaten ...
we are coming to our conclusion.
Women can do many things. We just need space for the surgery; the decapitation of ego. Don't tell us we can't do it; we can remove the tumor
... Lorena Gallo in Manassas.
I say this because there's a John in the Whitehouse.
The faintest rumble in the East
Droplets; barely noticeable
Did you hear that?
Must have imagined it
Anyway, not intrusive enough to spoil our most important of conversations...
The Economy is thriving, the housing market is back to boom levels!
How disconnected
How terribly disconnected
Then, the distant Thunderclap
Did you hear that?
What? I dont think I heard anything
Oh wait! I see it now...
But it's far, far away
Cant affect us!
Then, the skies over Lombardy and the unfriendly states darken
Now, we see the sweated, furrowed brows...
The rain falling.
Slight. Distant, but in sight
Intrusive now!
But we know these places! Centres of Haute Couture...nothing bad could ever happen there!
Hold on...
It moves closer?
How...?
Now its amongst us. Growing, feeding, an exponential maw of unending hunger
An appetite that wont be sated
Its upon us now
Its upon all of us now...
History doesnt stop.
We are living it
All is to transmogrify,
All will be new, and strange
An unthinkable unutterably terrible change...
Secret Love
You stay invisible, my person is harmful to you
Oh, lady, nobody knows our hidden relationship
I keep you in my shadow, soft love-blanket yours
Love you. Your light kills my shadow, I am blind
Blind, but I see, see and feel your heart, oh, love
Your light meets with my dark light, double heart
We are one. I hope I need it. I can’t do anything
Without your secret, your incredible blue love
Stay, stay in my heart, a blue lotus in the oasis
In the middle of a silver lake, the witness waves
Wavering vibrations, signs of eternal love, deathless
The trembling of Lombardy poplar leaves’ music
Is the music of ceremony, love, invisible wedding
Secret love, secret love, oh so far, but you are here
You find me, a killer ray, the light of your heart is seer
A brilliant attention of your high soul, a faith, a hope
The last way, the last
Chance, my saviour,
A light bridge to life
– From your heart
To the new life, walk,
Below me, the hungry
Chasm, the endless
Today I’m thankful for Vince Lombardi
whose wisdom about the game of life I shall now attempt to rhyme…
He famously said:
We never lost a game…
We just ran out of time.