Best Tuscan Poems
dusk
rains hope
perfumed to
quench crestfallen
roses as crickets
susurrate hymns
for a new
tuscan
dawn
An outdoor scholar,
Chronicling nature’s truths.
Once rebelled against authority,
Way back in his youth.
With a love for soil,
He relocated to Tuscany.
Over by the mountains,
Of Lunigiana Italy.
A photographer at heart,
With a knack to disperse.
In retail I mean but
Gives his heart in verse.
He is Nigel Fawcett,
The one and only one.
He blesses us with words,
From below the Tuscan sun.
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A dedication to Nigel Fawcett,
a fellow souper and inspiration.
Cedars line ancient Tuscan roads.
Vines reach distant hills.
Bent couple slowly walks.
Hills pose no barrier.
Pear lovingly peeled.
Cheese and figs unwrapped.
Wine poured.
Words unspoken.
Time stopped.
Sixty seven years.
Michelangelo was the Tuscan sculptor,
who carved the splendid Pieta:
the inconsolable and sorrowful Madonna,
who mourns her expired Son
put to death by Pilate, the Roman Governor,
by the will of a deranged crowd...
This Renaissance man carved
the Pieta out of white marble,
God created him out of the dust.
reminding him how vain is human pride;
and he pondered over that much,
giving his masterpiece a divine light...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Many artists have depicted my lady.
They try to reveal conviction in her soul.
Posing in undulating fields so shady.
Complex composition, she's woman so whole.
Creative wiles of a temptress she’ll reflect.
Tuscan beauty is always shown huge respect.
Gentle round contours her body so diverse.
Ever changing woman, in the universe.
Kelp Seaworthy report is dated three days out
here's your host:
Kelp Seaworthy!
Kelp:)....................fans: fansand those who love wrestling: and those of you
who just like good wrestling fun, we have news about the supercard
headed your way.
(pauses) talk around the office, is that the formation
of Alliance WAWA is underway and headed to a arena near you.
independent wrestling associations have aligned to to it all over again
the specular of the year
when it's time to put up or shout up.
once a year the Independant leagues of wrestling
gather to crown a Trophy champion
this man is recognized as the
World Heavyweight champion
20 men and twenty leagues come together
under on roof to recognize a World Champion, but this year is totally different.
before the supercard the tournment of champions will take place
in Canada, Japan Brazil and California. The mega event is sheduled for
The Maple Leaf Gardens,
where the finaist will compete against the Awa champion to crown
the World HeavyWeight Champion.
Contracts have been signed and megers have created Power pacts, but one thing you can rest asure of is that the awa World Champion
will represent the future of wrestling, and who ever is crown World Champion through the touyrnament, will have to out wrest, out fight, and compete with
this man. " The BigSky" the world heavyweight Champion he's from Red Cloud Nebraska, and he's the Worlds heavyweight champion.
The BigSky.....CROWN RIBBON AND BAND, PINCH THE CREASE AND YOU HAVE THE SKY, tHE bIGSKY, EVERYBODY IS TALKING ABOUT SOMETHING AND YOU KNOW THE BIGSKY SOMETIME THINKS THAT SOMETHING IS TALKING ABOUT EVERYBODY, AND WHAT THEY ARE ALL SAYING, IS THE BIGSKY HAS SET HIS SELF APART FROM EVERYTHING AND EVERYBODY, CAUSE THE BIGSKY IS THE WORLD'S HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, YOU CAN CHEER AND BOO TELL YOUR FACE TURNS BLUE, BUT YOU WILL STAND IN ATTENDANCE AND SAY
THE BIGSKY IS ABOVE ALL ELSE AND THE BIGSKY IS THE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT WRESTLING CHAMPION, SOMETHING YOU CAN WRITE YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS ABOUT
SOMETHING NICE TO SAY. TELL YOUR DADDY WERE YOU GOT THIS ONE FROM, TELL EM I'M THE WORLDS HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION AND CAN BET ON ME IN THE FINISH!
Olive trees all around us
the warming sun illuminates
a mysterious walk
two strolling strangers.
One brief introduction
yet no words follow
as your warm smooth hand
grazes over mine.
Chills become clenched teeth
your head turns suddenly
I freeze like a deer in headlights
a small grin widens on your face.
The sun finally goes behind the hills
a radiance in purples, pinks, and reds;
framing your face in a soft chiffon light
rise into the lovely twilight.
Shadows move through the old lane
scurrying all about the buildings
A bottle of wine and glasses wait
Time for a toast to the Tuscan Sky.