Gondola Poems - Poems about Gondola

My hand touched warm water, yet all in life seemed so absurd. I'd gone to sleep, forgotten the power the absolute privilege.. to the spoken word. "Where do our friends go" I asked Giorgia Boscolo "when wake of your gondola reaches the sea?" My gondoliera answered naught but a wink mirroring ripples in a watery dream. A sudden...

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Hello my exotic, glorious maiden, By now they all know you are taken. I possessively, poetically, clearly, and eloquently Told them you are promised to me, a sensual, delicately, Known beauty, could not marry a canal walk about, a Wannabe, curling his moustache and swinging his cane, With no title or aristocratical fame, And...

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Mesmeric gondola ride Hypnotic lull Water barely moving Dipping and dripping With barely a sound Beauty of silence Gently trailing my fingers under the water Utterly relaxed Luxuriating in God’s beauty Italy’s loveliness Coaxing me into a gentle nap...

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Gliding on moonlit waves Gold filters through row boat, Gondola twirls…it’s song Gently romancing hours . Guitar plays lovers’ dream, Gay the breaths of passion Glossing canoe’s night sail ! Pleiades G : Kim Merryman 12`01`2016 checked at www.howmanysyllables .com and Webster's dictionary...

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last night it rained hard in the gondola— I had no umbrella... ------------------------------------------------------------ New Monoku April 3, 2016...

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Gondola Found Floating on a Village Green Before play was performed had a rehearsal With artists who did have a wide dispersal Of talent that in show was highly required So each of them had to be quickly hired. Scenery needed to have props here and there And after a while they soon were well aware After checking things out and further...

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A Gondola Ride With Me Yes, the water waves, And it feels so nice when the breeze comes in -And touches our faces. And the people wave and their words sound so nice. Love is in the air and it tastes salty and I can see in your eyes That you would never fault me. I stand and wave the wand Moving us down, Your...

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