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Suddenly everybody was awaken by the strong tremors
of the early April's earthquake...walls falling all around them,
dust suffocating them as they ran out to the debris-covered streets;
with no slippers and shoes on their cold feet;
people of all ages with their robes and pajamas on...screaming,
running scared with horror-stricken faces, not wanting
to be buried alive and actually die in the rubble!
L'aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust,
and by the dauntless spirit of its people, it must be rebuilt:
as it arose from destruction and returned to dazzle;
the earthquakes that preceded were unpredictable,
but this one was announced by a concerned scientist,
who warned of the disaster, but authorities ridiculed him and didn't heed
the warning, but rather called him an imbecile!
O L'aquila, unless your bells hadn't rung, not everyone could have been told!
This medieval town of L'Aquila was besieged by armies,
but they never conquered it and its invincibility angered its enemies;
now, it is crumbling, shaken by the fury of the inclement Nature;
devastation is seen everywhere: churches with a toppled bell tower
or cupola...castles and historic buildings heavily damaged;
corpses strewn along the dusty streets...people searching for survivors:
digging with their bare hands to save lives, and some are found alive!
O L'Aquila, highest eagle on this devastated hill, see all the tears shed!
A dog, limping and bleeding, seems lost among dusty stones and faces not so recognizable,
is he looking for his owner; and over two-hundred fifty bodies not yet excavated...
how can he find him? By Heaven's mercy, someone lead him to the piles of rubble,
to let him sniff in the spot where he is buried...hoping he'll be alive, not dead!
And why should everyone despair?...Isn't life worthier than those lost art treasures?
L'Aquila, the mighty, has crumbled into the dust and light is erased from the taciturn sky;
I weep like others, and my lamentation echoes in the doomed valley when peace was audible!
O L'aquila, more glory awaits you: arise from the ruins and your greatness won't fade away!
This poem is dedicated to the unfortunate people of L'aquila and those of the surrounding
villages that were devastated by the earthquake of early April.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose —
a hyper-keen sense when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out on his responsibilities
Before bedtime stories
would end afoul, he could always tell
the impending sour cabbage signs —
The ***** scent in the air pregnant with crisis ...
rabbit feet had better odds,
than a roll of the dices
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Those hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
Pearl hip handles, he loved to caress
Hop aboard a bullet train,
when the bad news got belly swell
Twitchy nose rabbit hole escape
was his poker face tell
But one determined Alice
didn’t give
the baby carrot carriage subject a rest
Roger got tortoise marriage cold feet,
half-hearted turnip turtle vows
was his delay strategy best guess
Women said he was a tricky parent draft dodger,
his friends said it was in his rabbit DNA
The court affidavits all said his name was Roger,
the arrest warrant said he wouldn’t pay
Roger has good long hare instincts,
he’s Copperfield cool ... a Houdini Blondie
Angel Eyes bad you better not blink,
every time your back is turned, he gon flee
So deadbeat ugly he’s just a Tuco-hearted rat,
a kid welsher ain’t no rabbit doubt about that
The rabbit in his blood,
is simply hop-along run away DNA
He love to cabbage patch play,
but he hate to bacon lettuce pay
Women said he was a tricky daddy dodger,
his friends said it was in his DNA
The court affidavits said his name was Roger,
the summons said he wouldn’t pay
Roger don’t like
looking at paternity suits,
it just give him the Dodger blues
Rabbits don’t care
to stay in one place too long ...
in a standstill
That just ain’t how their feet DNA think
And those angry Alices kangaroo purse pouches,
holding those court-ordered papers unfriendly ...
they be pushing the Dodger to the brink
Roger’s an absentee parent wearing slipper slouches —
Hopping-mad child support check is an empty
Cassidy signature signed in invisible ink
My heart waits for you so that our dreams can come true .
My heart aches for you, so remove the guard so that I can be with you
Days have passed and I kept working like a horse, cleaning the barn
Emptying garbage bins and meddling in the dirt oh what a terrible sin
I did not go to school to become a Janitor, but I became one over night
I also spend hours working my brain working with my intuitive mind and the spiritual oracle that originates from the divine.
My heart aches for you when no one is there to watch my back, my heart aches for you when no one is there to buy me a new frock.
Sometimes the days turn cold and I can feel you wrapped up into my soul with just a tiny touch of heat to warm your cold feet. It’s the kind of courage that we share that kept us floating in the air and when the weather is fine, I usually get what is mine.
The road is extremely long and the curves and turns are singing a wonderful song, the guitars strings are strumming and the people are marching on. The work is not yet done so I have to continue this journey until the battle is won.
I have to change directions, angle, and dimension and make the circumference bold and the dividing line whole; you must multiply the radius by two to get the diameter that is true, and then multiply the result by three point one four for a good estimate before you walk through the door.
I have to work with some new people and a new set to obtain some physical and spiritual depth. The location is metastasized with anger, hate and greed and the bald eagle is strangling the sisters and they cannot breathe .
I have to change location to get variety and a better proportion; I have to close in on the inner world with a linear distance and the radius pulling from the center or the sphere intersecting on something that is dear to complete the formula.
My heart is waiting for you to share the story of an unseen glory and ride with the wind in the south and break the wings of the North without a doubt.
My heart waits for you to complete this battle, and when it is done we will publish it and stand on the mountain top and shout with all that we have got
The birds will come raining in the sky for every direction and my heart will be pleased. I will hold your hands and embrace with thee. My heart aches for you.
i'll be waiting for you on friendly hill with no friends ill be sitting down in lonesome town waitin for
thee end.memories tell me what's this all about i dont want to hear you shout i don't want to see you pout againbut the truth is were stuck together even when i dont feel better having you around but its ok to start over when i hear the sound bell strikes 12 no one can take u away from me again ha i'd been prescribed two Because they said i dont know what to do when i cant hear you but even when i dont i can find the antidote behind the wall i hear you call i see you crawl back into my head i know your there but they dont care they think im better off dead now i must atone for you are what caused the dread of the death of the dead who’s died deaf but surly you can change their mind beacuased the reasons of such love should not be a crime when somone of ur worth understaseted by divined
when you walk by… my soldiers stay in line that any king’s kingdom heart would give up their reign as riegn for sweet grapethee vine for you are true and they strip the good of this world and i did to when i took the blade in my hand and saw myself in that man or so they say he was but i know the truth but i am here but I. AM. here…. here i stand, but does he? everything that led to this moment was blamed on me because i stayed alive but was it me or the other guy they say im lonely that no one in this world would claim to even acknowledge my presence but as they say evil i consume as it consumes me im glad ur here that is the greatest present…
I know soon your time will run out, meries of my memories will soon come in till the morning i hoped you’ll be with me because unlike the high fives you gave thell leave me hanging over the river were we used to meet when i told you the stories of my fathers abuse and my mothers cold feet. dead or alive i live this asylum i can only belive in fatalism because no optimistic belief can allow me to leave a place that is both in and outside my mind that even metaphorical happy thoughts fear to reside that sometimes i dont know whats a lie weather it came from me or someone else was it an asylum or was it a prison did they want to help me did i kill him was it a drug or was it a drink does it matter what i think could this OR WOULD THIS world just be a dream.
There was a time in yesteryear
When I had lived alone,
I had come across a certain fear
Of things that dwell below
My mind kept leaping back inside
The dark holes of the unknown
Till one night I felt cruel eyes
Burning into my own
I hadn’t welcomed it I swear!
—please do not get me wrong
I couldn’t remain, I wouldn’t dare
Stay there for too long
I fled towards my bathroom,
As if that would scare it away!
I’d lose it, I assumed
As long as I didn’t stay
For a full hour I sat there
On the toilet seat
Sitting in the darkness where
I stared at my cold feet
Finally, standing, I opened up the door
I heard the screech of the hinge,
That creak and nothing more…
But still, it made me cringe
Each night I felt the eyes upon me
Fixedly, more and more
But one dark, cold night I suddenly saw
A figure at my bedroom door
My eyes couldn’t leave the sight
Of the insidious, insisting guest
My heart thumped drastically in fright
As you probably would have guessed
It stood there upon the blemished floor
Watching me in my bed
Its body leaned against my door
Tilting and jerking its head
I screamed and clutched onto my covers
Stabbing to stay my heart
Trying to reach the telephone for others
But it was just too far!
I looked out of my window
Watching the rain patter against the sill
I was trying to distract my terrified woe
That haunted me against my will
I must have been losing my mind
But one night I felt braver and sane,
Trying to be courteous and kind,
Though scared I asked, “What is your name?”
The atmosphere grew darker within the room
I thought that I would die of fright
“My name is Tsustaroth,” it said
“And I am kissing you goodnight”
In horror I saw it moving towards me
My blankets flew away
Its fiendish look of reptile beast
Was zooming towards my face!
I moved to the corner of the room
And it turned its head towards me
I felt the burning of terror and doom
Revel inside of me
Then I saw it disappear
Into the dusty floors
But thrashing footsteps I could still hear
Closer and closer…thumping on the floorboards
As soon as it had left the scene
I felt the earth beneath my skin
I felt so alive, so eerily keen
I felt the darkness lurking within
“And every night, yes every while,
I’ll visit you at your door,”
As he spoke I felt myself hysterically smile!
“ And we won’t be lonely anymore…”
Joy and smiles characterized the atmosphere to meet my arrival.
Given an identity and welcomed with a bitter and a soft taste.
Deaf to the excitement around me, crying was all i did
never realizing those were the two sides of the journey i have just began.
A time of plenty and a time of sucess is what should be feared.
As far as i can cast my mind back we struggled but finally fortune hit us.
There came the arrival of a new son who i will cherish as a brother forever.
We had it all and wallowed with happiness and suppressed all worries.
Then the dark days came and winter met us with cold feet,
we struggled, we fought, we prayed and we prevailed.
Yet seems winter laid it cold and icy fingers on the King before its defeat.
A mind full of frustration and a heart racing with beats
was all i felt when daddy died.
"do you think i will be here forever"
kept rigging in my ears for those were his words
anytime i screwed up.
i took a deep breath full of pain and anxiety,
And cried out uncontrollably "strenght is all i ask for,Lord".
Mummy couldnt handle it and brother crumbled for a while,
A house full of happines has lost its lights and now foresees darkness.
But time heals,
As if his departure was a blessing i became stronger than before.
Steady and firm were my steps and silence became my ally.
As infectious as it was, my new light shone and touched my family.
Things went right from that day onwards.
Mummy became like a super human and cared for us, encouraged us and prepped us never to fall in the rest of the journey that laid ahead.
She is the still the angel and most beautiful woman on earth with no doubt.
Live life, laugh and live with no regrets were the lessons i picked up on the road.
And though i am not certain of whats about to happen next,i still ask for strenght to continue to do whats right and neccessary in the rest of this unpredictable journey.
For even if i stumble and fall i will rise for i have become so numb to deafeat.
So today as i complete another orbit around my sun,
I have come far on a rough road yet never crumbled.
With each day passing knowing its just a matter of time,
to be the man i have always wanted to be.
For tonight i am greater than i was.
Every weekend,
for months we did work,
Never failing to have fun,
And taking our "beer break"
Months went by,
And as it got close,
We could see quite clearly,
Though better than most...
Playing 12 hours would
be a daunting task...
Is it possible,
That long we could last?
The closer we got,
The less likely it seemed,
I realised I had to act,
Called up some friends,
Did they want to add to
What we lacked?
Many musicians came to
play with us,
To check this out,
A success was a must...
But as we got right
before this big gig,
They all suddenly decided,
This wasn't gona go over big...
They hauled butt, and we were
Staring at each other,
Wondering what to do!
I called more musicians,
I'd played with quite a few...
Had another crew,
With but a week or two...
Of course they got cold feet,
We were flabberghasted,
Now what do we do?
At this juncture,
Cousin Charlie did seem,
More interested in PB&J sandwiches,
And watching TV by himself,
I lost my cool,
And said he was fired...
We'd play this damn gig,
Even but Billy and Me...
Now i was also,
at this time,
In another Band,
Grateful Dead kind...
Musicians were great,
But at this late date,
Joining us,
Would be a risky fate...
Yet some agreed to come,
We went full steam ahead...
The Show Must Go On!!
Just a few days,
before the big day...
A change in the plans...
Our sponsor did say...
They switched this to,
An all-day Battle Of The Bands!!!
Oh great, just what could one say,
They were gona have it,
Their own way...
It was promoted on local radio,
Handbills they did make,
We were the main attraction...
Of us fools they did seem to make....
A popular radio DJ
was hired as host...
Our new drummer suberb,
But knew not our material,
And was eager to retire
To some vegetable commune
In Oregon, on the West Coast...
Not what we wanted,
Not what we would plan,
But locked in by faith..
We'd do the best we can...
Before the gig,
A day or two,
I called many musicians,
And invited them
to this zoo...
Ads on the radio,
Could be our big night...
This nightmare of events..
Would give anyone stagefright...
continued...
Enervated and energized after cold shower
the perfect tonic to gin body though o'clock
wee hours August thirty one two thousand
nineteen - natural buzz to stave off relished
sleep, thus refueled with zest able to chop
chop thru printed material (dictionary seat
of pants newpage turner with a-z characters)
and no crock, but refreshing douse of chill
kept mien ole body electric able to dial back
feeling akin to soap bar man tiredness life
came to buoy quite some hours with joy de
vivre vigor analogous to morning dove (or as
if submerged smooth as ivory into Irish Spring),
until... bubbliness peaked than plunged yours
truly into fast shuteye descent lulled into land
o' dreams courtesy double fan tussy "white
noise," until I awoke with a start, (albeit heavy
grogginess clinging fast - thick spidery whirled
wide cob webbed glommed threads) unable to
offset toe tilly stark realization bare little feet
(plaintively oinking higglety pigglety) felt like
ice cubes, whereby skimpy blanket inadequate
to allow, enable, and provide adequate quality
sleep, hence inspiration piqued to attempt cob
bullying poem gifted (thank you watermelon
pickle) despite raggedy state, not optimal state
string words together rendering sense and cents
ability birthing feeble attempt to sweat out small
medium thoughts lodged within fifty plus shades
gray atrophied matter - begetting literary stillborn
whereby intensive care unit medical team resorted
to heroic measures applying revolutionary punk
chew weighted equilibrium until state of the art
poetic license intervention wrought sudden jaw
dropping miracle – whipped courtesy last ditch
Shakespearean divine resuscitation, (plus all the
king's men and all the king's horses) rendered
dead as a doornail absolute zero metaphoric
lifeless limp bizkit verse, neither lickety split
rhyme nor reason could explain tectonic shift
witnessing pluperfect (donned with little non hex
pence booties) manifestation vital signs, but
metered metrical blue feet in toto - oz needed
close monitoring to ward off 10,000 maniacs.
Sonnet And Rhyme, A Double Presentation
Are Poets Truly Born To Be Cannon Fodder
Heart struck, blood-let by black arrows thus shot
within soul- can not poetry reward,
those that ink giving freely all they got
playing face up, each and every card?
Does this darkened world its mercy show
or instead- use its stony club to beat
into a pulp, to immense powers grow,
how its victims lanquish in sad defeat!
Soul cut, by accursed blades of Dark's thrust
humanity- loves many false parades
with deception's horrid treasures or bust
wherein truth succumbs to life's dark charades!
Alas! As light is stabbed by wicked deceit
dead lay on cold slab, tag on their cold feet!
Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2020
Dark Sonnet, ( How Reality Invades Life And Speaks Truths )
Note:
Always this world rewards its wicked allies
and punishes its innocent victims. Reality,
its clever lies do often succeed because
willful blindness is currently taught to be
a golden path to take. Modern world teaches
tolerance of evil- knowing that is a sure path
to its victory over innocence and those that
never wants anything but peace, happiness and
that much better future for their loved ones
and their friends.Poets seem to see this truth
far better than most. Some few even darest
to actually write about it.
Edmund Burke once said:
“The only thing necessary for the triumph
of evil is that good men should do nothing.”
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Banquet At The Dark Knight's Castle
Your damned lies,
cast for fickle fame
Muffled cries
tis but a game...
Hold your false crown,
bow at cloven feet
In glee you drown
innocence's defeat...
Your beastly black,
a cloak you wear
Fairness you lack
harm without care...
Pound your sad drums,
dance as dark knight
Eat molded crumbs
expand your blight...
Your damned lies,
cast for fickled fame
Muffled cries
tis but a game...
Robert J. Lindley, 2-21-2020
Rhyme, ( As The Waning Moon Sheds Its Golden Skin )
Being a child
Innocent to the world
Waiting for ice cream
Vanilla , sprinkles, triple swirls
Just a flashback on feelings for you girl
I notice every detail
You are the perfect female
The service we received at our date was gracious
everyday your attire is immaculate
I’m grateful to see your face
Tell me how your day has been
Grapes after ashes from several leafs
Time flew pass us
Testing the mental capacity
Of our love
This bond I trust
My funds are invested
The sun is resting
And all I can think about Is you
Grow with me as we plant seeds in a fruitful relationship
I wanna cater to you
Bait you in
A unique catch
The Mermaid is one unique fish
Dishes are made and washed
Once again time stopped
The L word exist in my mind everytime I see you sleep
I stare at you every moment we have it’s difficult to speak
Appreciative
If I was grateful you wouldn’t see my full potential
just my peak
I appreciate the air you breath with me
Watching movies that’s suspenseful
You brighten my day
Perfect shade of the sun
The height of my day
Is us decompressing as 1
Check me
Correct me
I’m narcissistic
You so gifted
Fixed the dinner
Less argumentative
I need you because you help me heal
Feelings real
Jury signed the deal
That’s 6 people on both sides
My friends and your friends
Know we both bond
Mafia ties
I appreciate you nautica
I was doing fraud but never was fraud with your potential
They applauding us
Who ever not happy is a naughty son of a gun
Roses and fruit
I’m growing with you
How old is the moon
So soon I will announce my L word
I can spell first before I say it
I’m lost for words
I just watched the movie Jason
I got cold feet
I’m both in with you baby
I can’t swim but this an opportunity
Trust betrayed me
But love has never ruined me
Max potential
Understanding
Responsibility
Insecurities deletes itself in the
Absence of pure
Love
You are one pice of art