Best Vassallo Poems
You told me simply we were friends
But you conceal your aching heart
My love for you it never ends
You told me simply we were friends
Dreaming of you my heart ascends
Forbidden love keeps us apart
You told me simply we were friends
But you conceal your aching heart
09~26~14
Written for One New Triolet Contest
Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, sad love,
Form:
Triolet
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Carrying the sun in its wake
Soft light 'pon the grass like diamonds
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Caressing each scrutiny wizened
Opaque hopes and moods forsake
The moonbeams crossed the horizon
Carrying the sun in its wake
Written: September 25, 2014
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Contest: One New Triolet
Categories:
vassallo, beauty,
Form:
Triolet
grapes for the best wine
fresh from the richest vineyard
blessed on the altar
grapes for the best wine
fresh from the richest vineyard
connoisseur’s best choice
grapes for the best wine
fresh from the richest vineyard
difficult to spurn
grapes for the best wine
fresh from the richest vineyard
highlights on feast time
May 17,2013
Note: Originally, I wrote four haiku; but I entered only three in the contest.
Prize: A book of poem by poet Alfred Vassallo entitled, In Search of Crazed Love
Categories:
vassallo, drink, fruit,
Form:
Haiku
I don't want to
No I don't
Want to do it
Your way
Your way
Or the highway
That's what
I hear you say
So I'll pack my bags
I'll soon be on my way
You tell me
You don't
Mean it
"Please don't go away!"
If you do it my way
Perhaps then
I'll stay
You don't want to
No you don't
Want to do it
My way
In the end
I guess that's okay
You go that way
I'll go this way
We can choose
The games we play
I'll take my ball
You keep your bat
You keep this
I'll keep that
My mind feels skinny
I think yours is fat
It seems my mind
Has split in two
I was never me
I was always you
I can't leave
What will I do?
My options limited
Yet I have
Quite a few
Tell me
Tell me
What to do.
As I wrote this I thought of my friend Freddie who seemed in
a constant battle with himself. The world is less without him
in the game. I will miss him.
Categories:
vassallo, dark, lost,
Form:
Rhyme
Horrid hellion hunger that rips apart the soul
Sadly starving siblings where death takes its toll
Crippled children crying a mother lives in hell
While wicked ways of man making money for their sell
Vindictive violent victories, of man vs. man
Kabbalistic killing kids a death wish with a plan
Wrathful widespread Wars with blood over spilling
Betraying battling brothers kiss their cross before the killing
Repeated rancorous raping for only a woman knows
Destructive demeanour dancing the desecration of a rose
Sabotaging silent stealing virginity within the night
Demonic deception dwelling a battle we must fight
Let us pray now for all of this we can abolish
Breathe in strength and give the world its needed polish.
March.21.2016 THE ALPHABET CONTEST - LETTER A- Abolish -By Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, abuse, anger, corruption, death,
Form:
Sonnet
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
I wanted to but would not dare
She begged me to make love to her
I knew deep down it was not fair
To lead her on with lust and lies
She begged me to make love to her
I could not look into her eyes
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Contest: One NEW Triolet
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, love, lust,
Form:
Triolet
Weeeeel, It's friday night
And I got my fiddle
Alfred's here
And he starting to niggle
I said call the dance
And make those folks wiggle
Here at the Soup hoe down
He stood at the mike
And started talkin' silly
with a Do-se-do
Just like a Hillbilly
With an allemande left
Hypocrites to the right
Sashay now, well into the night
Then He called a promenade
With a roll away
Cause He never made a poem
That made Poem of the Day
With a see-saw-taw
And a circle to the line
Freddie slip the clutch
And said good-bye to the grind
Categories:
vassallo, feelings, goodbye, hurt, passion,
Form:
Lyric
Master
Baker
09~19~14
Contest: Any New Poem
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
~awarded 4th place ~
Categories:
vassallo, humorous,
Form:
Footle
bright eyes gleaming with mischief
gentle compassionate views
determinedly ambitious
me sober and free
glazed eyes full of hate and fear
anger mixed with self pity
high drama - no coping skills
alcoholic me
Written 12/6/2015
Dodoitsu Doppelganger Contest by Alfred Vassallo
4th Place
Categories:
vassallo, addiction, anger, fear, how
Form:
Dodoitsu
The Alphabet Contest
Sponsor: Alfred Vassallo
A Is For Anniversary
Their love story began on April twenty-third, nineteen forty-five,
two young lovers vowed eternity before their family's eyes.
There were hard days ahead living through the Great Depression,
an economic decline, raise in unemployment through recession.
World War II came and he went off to fight for his country,
only communication was through a few letters mailed monthly.
Back home with a baby waiting for him in his lover's arms,
war had ended and he came home to protect his family from harm.
Six children within twelve years, their family was complete,
he was such a hard working white collared man only wearing pleats.
She stayed at home to raise the kids, for that was way back then,
shopping for food and doing laundry, dedicated mother til' the end.
Children grew up and off to college or a marriage of their own,
while the loving couple became grandparents, oh my how they've grown!
Fifty years flew by and they kept the same routine everyday,
ten years later came great grandchildren they were so proud to display.
A decade later we noticed a decline in his health from arthritis and old age,
she also was getting frail very slowly with each passing day.
For now it was the children's turn to take very good care of them,
falling all the time, visits is the ICU, and hospice could never prevent.
He had lived to be ninety eight, while she is now ninety three,
his time on earth had come to an end, and he was finally free.
So many fond memories survived each one thought of with many tears,
this April twenty-third, they would have been married seventy one years.
I speak to the Lord nightly in thanksgiving for their love and His mercy,
I'll whisper to the sky, “I love you Grandpa, happy seventy-first anniversary.”
Date Written: March 20, 2016
Categories:
vassallo, anniversary, children, grandparents, happy,
Form:
Couplet
Dejected in love
I act in defiance of,
yet face the music
Why not look into my face,
Embrace panoptic passion !
One tanka - 5/7/5/7/7
Written on 19/4/14
Sponsor- Amy green
Now for contest ' Just one Tanka- old and new' by Alfred Vassallo
Entered on August 28th, 2014
Categories:
vassallo, courage, irony, love,
Form:
Tanka
She seems to come from nowhere...
she appears just like a song...
It seems she somehow knows the
other side of me
I see her in rain puddles
and I'm troubled, just to know
that I am never alone
even when she's gone
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12/6/15 For The Dodoitsu Doppleganger Contest
Sponsored By Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, introspection,
Form:
Dodoitsu
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
In the weave of my days, you were the light.
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Absent your Taleem, I'm lost in the night,
My heart, your target, where arrows lie.
You departed, my Motif, but why did you?
Unfinished, my carpet lies, colors awry.
© 25/09/2014
Malik Yaseen
*Taleem is the script used for carpet weaving (kashmiri, persain).
For a contest by Alferd Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, betrayal, break up, imagery,
Form:
Triolet
grapes under green leaves
with diamond dew drops allure us
squirrels' busy night
grapes under green leaves
with diamond dew drops allure us
gardeners' sweet smile
grapes under green leaves
with diamond dew drops allure us
eyes who pass near by
For contest:
Sponsored by: Alfred Vassallo
Categories:
vassallo, fruit, nature,
Form:
Haiku
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
this wine smells better
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
vine has more of them
slightly sour juice squeezed
from succulent small grape fruits--
raisins made for me
CONTEST:"Bacchus The God Who Loved His Grapes" sponsored by Alfred Vassallo.
Categories:
vassallo, fruit,
Form:
Haiku