Long Giuseppe Poems

THE BREAK INS BEGAN IN THE KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS SAN CARLOS BEACH PETER WAS THE TREASURY HE BECAME BITTER ANGRY WHEN HE SAW MY GRANDFATHER ROOSEVLT KING STANDING ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF ANTIPOPE JOHNXXIII...

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I have this burning desire
To find old mate
I want to sit
And chat with him
Under a Gum and setting sun
About what has come
And what has passed
Times of old
Places we’ve been told
Along the wallaby track
Signs of danger
Moments...

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Peanuts slowly slid between the old man's fingers as he watched.
Unaware, his long time patrons smiled and greeted him as they passed.
The music stopping abruptly,
he listened to the sound as the nuts hit the cobbles...

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Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches
After an amigo accosted after an argument
And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing,

Because blackening bruises betrayed blather
Berniccio blindly behaved better, bravely
Becoming brotherly before blasting bullies!

Carefully commandeering calmer Carlos,
Claiming cool comradeship courageously
Communicated clever candid...

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I have never forgotten our love
And I will never forget it until I die
Many years of sorrow have passed
But the wound in my heart has never healed
  Remember the many kisses we exchanged
 ...

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shoe maker

If I can only 
have one more life
I would love to be a shoe maker
make shoes day and night
all colors and kind 
for every seasons 
and every size.
Oh if I ,
only have one more...

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Warning, if you are under 60 you may not "get" some of these.

Mohammad Ali
taunting with poetry,
his opponents he'd zing
as he danced 'bout the ring.

Graham Kerr "The Galloping Gourmet"
oft with our minds he would play.
Why else...

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The Toymakers Toy

I thought once Pinocchios strings had been cut, 
his wooden body turned to flesh 
and he became ‘real’

Yet, I have been cut loose from my strings, 
only to be left feeling numb,
and raw?...

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Scratching their heads 
They look at me
Am I a tree stump
Am I a grotesque face
Inside I am  laughing
I know what I am.

Am a freak of nature
Plus the imaginative mind
Of my master
Stand back 
see the...

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Giuseppe Abbati did interiors in oil.
The Window, open to outside, remains distressed
With rough serrated edges, checked with voids.
Time dried, these shrunken widths of planks have gapped apart.
Its hinges must have closed some dismal weather out.

Today...

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