Long Italia Poems

Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding...

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Dressed in white clouds, 
And the night in satin, 
She runs warm fingers through my hair, 
And we travel along as if no one is there. 

The music pours down from heaven 
I am a...

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Italia we strolled the country side throughout 
the villages of Tuscany peeking through stone 
ways above garden nooks of Lucca catering to 
the soft and sensual galleries of floral canvases 
that covered scented walk ways...

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Battle Rap


...poet in da house...


Now have a listen, for I’ll be a kissing…I’m on a mission
And you’ll be a pissing your hemolysin…a smelly emission
My words glisten worth the admission…full of ammunition
You’re under submission a life...

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Sunflowers turn slowly 
to follow the sun.
They bow their heavy heads 
when afternoon’s done.

What a golden vision 
they share row after row
With deep amber faces, 
their tiny seeds all aglow.

The summer breezes blowing 
o’er the...

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Mi camma to America wid a passion for moni en fud,
hoppin to getta rich;
en de sai det gold is founda in striz!
Mi work en work ol dei
to meke sam dollar,
en mi eat pizza, en drink...

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Grandpa Francesco Proia,
from Caserta, Italia,
a clever stowaway 
in the bowels of the ship
bringing him to Ellis Island,
Feb. 4, 1905.
Gruff ways,
often snarling a guttural “Huh,”
a lack of English,
never-ending hand gestures,
made me fearful of him.
But awestruck I...

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The battles ower ,smoke settles ower the moor,
Clans are broken flying aff tae the hills.
Redcoated sodjers mingle with red Heilan blude,
Killing the wounded in Drumossie mud.
Oor Prince has fled leaving dreams in the dust,
Of a...

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Italian recipes I do absolutely love
especially enticed with some spice
plenty of water at your side
cools the tongue with a little ice

Spaghetti Bolognese is my fav
brings one such Italia taste
takes you back to la Roma
such memories...

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When I think of my favourite food
my mind thinks of a wonderful land
one shaped similar to a boot
it's capital is so very grand

So my favourite food is Italia Pasta
those lovely strands made so slender
such smoothness...

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She lies high on a mountaintop
She is surrounded by an abundance of lovely olive trees
Sometimes I hear her calling my name
In a faint whisper
The whisper sounds almost musical
She has mountains with lovely peaks
She has seas...

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This year has seen God very near
working His providence through many a turn
giving real opportunities to newly speak
no matter how often others would spurn

Much enjoyment was given to me
spending time alone loving to walk
among God's...

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