Brescia Poems - Poems about Brescia

...ALTERNATE PATHS 11/11/ 21 BY LYDIA BRESCIA My eyes are leaking out the sorrow of a pain deep within. Letting go of a passion boldly waved before me like a matador teasing a bull. It was ......

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...Lydia Brescia·Saturday, January 7, 2017 RimRocking Tree Clouds running Morse-Code across the skies, Cloud shadows gaily playing a Song... Sun, tagging along for the ride Twin tipped Pine ......

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...Accompanied with these cymbals, Strung in twines with thunderous melody The weaves cloudened with lies, For a beauty eclipsed the feat I ponder to seek this! For within this cave - deep flawe......

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...Of new pains new verses must be composed To give matter for the canto twenty Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed. I just was inclined with desires many To thoroughly look at the open de......

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...MONSOON RIDE Monsoon brings Ahhh, rain and cool and shade to me In Desert heat. Smiling, I await the treat Lights flashing, thunder crashing Dog cowers by my side. I love the beat of thunder wi......

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...The familiar phrase in Italian, ‘ciao’ closely links me to human understanding, that relationship within one’s sanctuary highlights its meaning of joy and bonding. It’s a friendly salutation, a co......

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...What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants, a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts! predominantly Catholic with its many facets its historical resonance and genesis of existence. While it......

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...BY LYDIA BRESCIA JULY 2011 FOXTAIL TRAILS THE GENTLE WIND TOUCHES FOXTAILS OUTLINING THIS COUNTRY ROAD. THEY GLISTEN WITH SUNLIGHT POINTING OUT A DIRECTION YET UNTRIED. LIFE BECKONS LIKE THAT, TO......

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...Giant Mesa’s have gray, Elephant- footed talus slopes. That seem to be padding toward The highway. Tumbleweeds play along their toes And one, bullied by the wind, Flies like a hawk to land Wh......

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...THE WINDS OF CHANGE You can see the Wind only in what it moves. Tumbleweeds come alive, skipping across desert highways They break apart and little ones take off for lives of their own. The br......

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...The familiar phrase in Italian, ‘ciao’ closely links me to human understanding, that relationship within one’s sanctuary highlights its meaning of joy and bonding. It’s a friendly salutation,......

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