Long Italian sonnet Poems
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WHEN NERVES AND PULSE CONGEST
Tender are the days brushed with thoughts of light
when yesterday rolling, rolling are the tears...
Jagged nerves and pulse congest in colliding repair,
they... rise to roar beams and rays of medley grace.
Glitters of gold and red cartwheel slow on my face,
I, before filthy shades of earth stand like a knight
to whoever dares, forgetting crime as I fight!
Even to ember flames of days, I... brave to step and chase
for if deep the earths' steep it births you: "my sunshine",
I keep forth to reap a mirth: me being with you.
Black as coal creep, it rebirth night that seeps the signs
but later sun peeps, its smile girths our blues.
To a new life, new day, I faithfully consign
with burning daylight as my sweep leap to have you...
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11:02 pm. April 24, 2015
Looking outside I feel very serene inside;
the brown-breasted drake has returned
to his nest not too happy to have found
the snow-clad bushes that stood astride
a river that was the gold-seekers' pride!
The wind-whipped lake below is subdued;
last spring a brood of six closely followed
the mother duck until they swam alongside.
They disappeared from her sight to learn skills.
Her attentive glance was constantly set on them...
being afraid they would be attacked by ravens
which watched them not flipping their wings
to outwit them with their artful stratagem,
and suddenly snatch them with their claws!
Copyright ( c ) 2018 by Andrew Crisci
The immortal, invisible King dwells
in the light to which no man can draw near
But by God's grace immense, He did appear
as a man to die on the cross that tells
of His great love for us. We the mortals
will put on immortality. No fear
we have of death, as long as we live here.
Such infinite love has no parallels.
Yet, men try foolishly to reduce God's
immortality to mortal likeness
of man, birds, beasts and creeping things, in vain;
With God, the creature is being at odds,
Therefore, God too gave up man to vileness,
But, now we're reconciled; Christ's death, our gain.
02/28/17
Rhyme scheme: abbaabba cdecde (10 syllables each line)
This Christmas started out just the same
as all thee other one's I mean mom
baking her famous fruit cake
while my two aunt argue back and forth
over my uncle Paulie being late with the turkey again
spending hours on his famous meatball sauce
quite the ritual as everyone does their part
about midday thee sorting of Christmas lights
awaiting aunt sister Mary Agnes to come
strolling in with a fresh cut tree
she finds every year at Our lady of Mount Carmel
faithfully father carmine always picks the wreath
bringing a bottle of Russo to enhance the mood
but what did i know soon pop rushes to the cellar
retrieving his state of thee art
phonographic record player way before our time
he would say struggling with the cords of an old RCA
clutching his 78 record collection of frank Sinatra
Mario Lanza Nat King Cole the Andrew sisters Lawrence welk
by now i had drifted into stage four of boredom
when the annual box of ornaments pass by
being carried by my clumsy brother Anthony
tangled in the cords of pop's record player again
he chuckles at the busy lad the song began to sound
my Nona and uncle Luigi start arranging the chairs
making a dance floor Italian pastries are being served
with long belly laughs forcefully bringing them all to tears
year after year my aunts began to cry with happiness
pinching cheeks when everyone stop's what they were doing
to join in a tarantella dance pop catches me pouting
he began to sing along chanting his favorite song capturing
my smile with what's a matter you hey what are gonna say hey
don't you like a this place hey shut up a your face
Anthony and Yolanda Nicholsen Catholic war veterans
Wild grasses of my springtime heart unmown,
unruly, unrestrained, in silence grew.
Youth’s fierce infatuation madly blew
its untamed gales where tall, green blades had grown.
Fair birds of transient love have long since flown –
that tale’s dark thread unraveled. Segue to
the stunning, breathless moment I met you
and found the ageless love I’d never known.
As autumn yields to winter, hair recedes
brown-gray, and once-hard muscles dormant lie;
our fathomless love-light remains undimmed.
Spring’s passions redirected, naught impedes
love’s resolute commitment. You and I
adore our beautiful lawn, neatly trimmed.
Within the warmth of home, I sit amazed
at the gentle fall of snow through window pane.
Cup of tea in hand, my layered thoughts unchain,
and tumble from the tip of tongue unfazed
to land upon a pristine page appraised,
aided by the silent fall through snowy pane.
Oh, the soft white wintry glow 'pon the lane
leaves a graceful drape, Lord be praised.
Within the warmth of home, I muse on themes
of days to come and those gone bye and so,
I thank the Lord for all of nature's schemes,
for the gift of time, for peace, and for the snow.
Oh, make the blanket deep, I wish to dream,
may all my days and 'morrows have this glow.
With a calm soothing look from your blue eyes
You invite me in to refresh my worth
And heal my wounds with your appealing mirth
A kiss from your lips leaves me satisfied
To desire no more, just be by your side
Tease my cheek with your feathery soft flirt
And I'll tie off my vessel at your berth
While your waves of kindness restore my pride
We'll take a walk on the beach holding hearts
Take a swim in the waters of desire
Drying our bare souls in the bright sun light
Never again will we let our paths part
Climbing love's mountain higher and higher
Then down the backside, to walk out of sight
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
My springtime blood did flow a river’s rush
in stream bed’s cradle anchored to the land
as dreams rode jet streams to the cirrus strand.
I grew beneath the nimbus, thunder-lush
but autumn’s dry-leaf-drought did bring a hush…
though soul, a snowy owl, not stuck in sand,
as slowly stilled my river came to stand —
my thirst now nursed by rapture of the thrush.
I muse about this skin and skins worn past,
rebirth perhaps… a dolphin of the seas.
This river turned a ripple wanes tonight
surrender of what’s mortal… not the last.
My sigh the sylph that finds the Pleiades —
this breath I shed, a winter’s wisp of white.
From deep within, we feel bliss rapture rise,
too fleet footed to be tracked by our mind,
so leaving imagined knowing behind,
we feel each breath as first rays of sunrise.
Poised in peace in the cave behind our eyes,
entwined with vibrant heart, loving and kind,
God’s grace releasing us from desire’s bind,
whence soul’s light shines and wayward ego dies.
Recognition of Self, sets our soul free,
requiring but our eye to be single,
that beholding ourselves as living light,
we dance breath by breath, joyous and carefree,
cajoled by bliss pheromones that tingle,
bestowing upon us, gift of clear sight.
The absence of [man's] color will win: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the life-and-death crush of existence
that rocks and shocks with might but is not right!
Clear and sheer-like, with stealth it comes like night
in strength and power, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's slight, and the mean bigot's bite.
It is right; and has the appearance of
soft, subtle Light that reforms the old view,
and shines a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, spirit, and clear sight in hearts anew:
our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our disputes become one hue.