Best Lucia Poems

~Evil Lucia~


Salad, spaghetti, Spumoni.
M-m-m good....
Lecherous Lucia lusted for the waiter,
Hardly the pizzazy food!
Swirling the Chianti in her glass,
Staring at that Sicilian, hunky, manly mass.



Panagiota Romios
3/28/2019...

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Peter loved his wife Carmen Lúcia
                             Their love 's color was tranquil fuchsia 
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In the heart of the Tuscany under Italy's sun
Lies the town of Lucca, which is known to some
As Giacomo Puccini's birthplace, and the truth to be told,
He's Italian composer, one of the best in the world.

In the times of Medieval - far back in the past
Thrived the banking in Lucca and the art of silk...

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Villanelle : On listening to Al Di Meola, John McLaughlin and Paco de Lucia Concert - June 12, 1980

Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the frisky air
Round and round in Rondenôs whisk sparrows
Paco aloof in Andauzian tempo Malaguena rare

Piroueting incisive onrush cascades bare
No strings wave upon wave in strict sweeping rows
Tico Tico swallows tumbling in the...

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In de dark of night, shadows play on de wall,  
Your skin, soft like satin, mi hear you call. 
 
Eyes like fire, burning deep, hypnotic flame,  
Mi soul quake, whisper your name.  

But oh, why mi heart beat so wild and free,  
When I imagine another tasting you, not me?...

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after Rader/Schwartz/Vuong/Reeves/O’Hara

oh lucia.

if only there were someone
who loved you.

and not the version of yourself
you know they want to see
but the you that you have locked in your mind

you want the connection
without the commitment because
i love you is a promise
that you can’t keep.

so let it go
the truth can
set you free

the void is wider
than you could ever...

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Lucia drinks beer, but only through her left ear
The right ear she keeps just for drinking fine wine

Lucia means light, so she tries not to fight
As beer and wine should not be combined
So she keeps her eyes on the fine line

Lucia also eats bread through her nose 
but can sometimes forget
She snorted out what she...

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climb between the spires
hot bare feet on sugar beach
touch the winding surf
opening and closing eyes
i’ve left earth for heaven’s peak

tour leaves the pitons ~
on the bus, bananas and
warm cassava bread
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