Best Milan Poems
This Christmas started out just the same
as all thee other one's I mean mom
baking her famous fruit cake
while my two aunt argue back and forth
over my uncle Paulie being late with the turkey again
spending hours on his famous meatball sauce
quite the ritual as everyone does their part
about midday thee sorting of Christmas lights
awaiting aunt sister Mary Agnes to come
strolling in with a fresh cut tree
she finds every year at Our lady of Mount Carmel
faithfully father carmine always picks the wreath
bringing a bottle of Russo to enhance the mood
but what did i know soon pop rushes to the cellar
retrieving his state of thee art
phonographic record player way before our time
he would say struggling with the cords of an old RCA
clutching his 78 record collection of frank Sinatra
Mario Lanza Nat King Cole the Andrew sisters Lawrence welk
by now i had drifted into stage four of boredom
when the annual box of ornaments pass by
being carried by my clumsy brother Anthony
tangled in the cords of pop's record player again
he chuckles at the busy lad the song began to sound
my Nona and uncle Luigi start arranging the chairs
making a dance floor Italian pastries are being served
with long belly laughs forcefully bringing them all to tears
year after year my aunts began to cry with happiness
pinching cheeks when everyone stop's what they were doing
to join in a tarantella dance pop catches me pouting
he began to sing along chanting his favorite song capturing
my smile with what's a matter you hey what are gonna say hey
don't you like a this place hey shut up a your face
Anthony and Yolanda Nicholsen Catholic war veterans
The dimming sun with grey entwines;
Slow fluttering of feathers in ones side,
But slow walks, snap shots, clothing lines,
And true selves get suffocated by pride.
Entrusted things we cannot really share.
The mind, thoughts and self together.
I covet what I see when others pair,
They watch me so I'd surrender.
As stone towers are gold in the clear sky,
I pass crosses that the written past bears.
We can't be caught forever in the rye.
All that remains is dust and feeble prayers.
Picking the cherry stems to eat
Viewing the monkeys running round
The small things in life
Feeling caldo on this ground
Her words and actions are conflicting
inconsistencies and quirky thoughts
going through the motions
and playing your part
aa man can get tired of the samethang
wondering what spell you're in
wondering if things might change
creating distance guess you're not
commitment minded but you wish to
think you are
you express interest in me
only to have your way
undermining my sincerity
or maybe it's me
it could be
identifying myself as
yours
maybe it's me
that's a possibility
people like to make you
believe everything
about you is wrong
you should never convince someone to
make time for you
From S[lit D Ring
She acts weird so that if you talk about
the person she allows you to know
is completly different
then the pperson she is.....
I losted the reed to my oboe
and was upset. She used the condition
of my emotional state
to create a situation.
Is it past tramua effecting us
or mix signaling.
Saiyan nu milan de aas ae menu,
More saiyan na aave.
Raah takdi akhan bhar aayi ne,
Par khabran koi na laave.
Chann de mukh te rang udaas ae,
Raat vi ruldi jaave.
Dil di har taan udeek di ae,
Par more saiyan na aave.
Sawere di laali bhar aayi ae,
Par umeed di baat na bhaave.
Jadon di keh ke gaya ae challan,
Odo kad na vapas aave.
Janid betha rahan takda deedar de intezar vich,
Sara des te lata waps, sada yaar ya aave.