Best Neapolitan Poems
Block of Neapolitan Ice Cream;
to my diet, a scream in a dream.
Chocolate, strawberry
and vanilla; very
delicious. Then I bust out a seam.
One people we are
matters not Red White or Brown
we are all the same
Edward J Ebbs - 10/03/11
Written for a Contest, "Neapolitan Ice Cream (HAIKU)"
chocolate velvet on
white cream topping
strawberry foam
Written by Lee Ramage
October 1, 2011
For Poet Destroyer’s contest
Neapolitan Ice Cream (Haiku)
Won 7th Place
Chistu uaglione 'nquiet che guard luntano e aspett...
sta c'ercan chella femmena sincera che tut
e pene fa frni: quanno a speranza nun s' trova;
bella uagliona, a chi staje asptann chesta sera?
T' poss fa' cumpagnia e ferma' a paura toia?
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce,
cchiu' zucchero s' mett, cchiu nun ha sapore!
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce...
quanno tut a tristezza rimane dint o' core!
Chistu uaglione 'nquiet aspet a nott pe' vede a luna,
e cammin pe cheste strade silenziose senz a paura;
chistu bel uaglione chiagne comme e sciur ro' mattin...
cercame, t' aspett cantand e suonand o' mandolin!
L'ammore amaro nun divent maje doce,
chello che voglio e' scennere da chesta croce
e cumincia' a vivr cu tant sole e ammore;
si staje vicin, famme s'nti sta' bella voce!
Translation:
This restless young man looks afar and waits;
what he wishes for is a sincere woman
who can take his misery away and ease all pain
when hope is not found on dark, silent roads;
beautiful girl, who are you waiting for tonight?
Could I keep you company to end your fright?
Bitter love can never turn sweet,
the more sugar you pour in your cup,
the more it loses its wonderful taste;
bitter love can never turn sweet...
when all bitterness shows up
and makes sweetness leave in haste!
This handsome guy waits for darkness and walking
on dark and silent streets, he seeks the dawn...
to cry like flowers towards bright morning;
sweetheart, I'll wait and sing and play the mandolin!
Bitter love can never turn sweet,
my wish is to stop this hopelessness
and start living with a lot of sun
and love whenever life lets me down!
Bitter love can never turn sweet...
all I like to hear is your voice of tenderness!
Written on 4/5/017
raspberry pink clouds
sit above bright sunny day
floats over rich dark earth
~*~
For PD's Neapolitan Haiku Contest
in honor of Gwen Rix
10/2011
*9th Place
Cacao, strawberry;
Neapolitan ice cream?
Yea, add vanilla.
*Poet Destroyer~A's 'Neapolitan Ice Cream'
contest entry to honor Gwendolyn Rix.
I could never choose
After some serious thought
Flavor trifecta!
The Neapolitan tarantella
is a folk dance very graceful and lively,
it was inspired by someone having been
bitten by a poisonous Taruntula.
It's fast up-beat tempo
induces a frenzied dance in a solo,
or a couple...and as they dance they sweat out
the poison of the spider's bite.
Grandma used to sing this folklorist song,
and I danced with her while loud mandolins
and tambourines accompanied her cheerful singing...
there wasn't an awkward note in her voice.
The Neapolitan tarantella, with its frantic rhythms
and shrill harmonies infused passion in great composers,
and Mendelssohn wrote his symphony...
a song dance was composed by Rossini.
The Neapolitan tarantella grandiosely plays
and everyone stops and listens to its low and high-pitched melody,
and with little hesitation they start to dance...
beneath my veranda, these folks put on a look of festivity.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Unity naturally bleeds into diversity ~ water colored dream
neopolitan
daybreak of red, blue, and fog....
a warm july morn