Long Neve Poems
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Perche' di notte non riesco a dormire;
ah, potro' mai sognare un mare scintillante
e stringerti in queste braccia cosi' calde
e non cercare piu' quella luna di neve?
Why at night am I unable to sleep;
ah, could I ever dream of the glittering deep
and hold you in these warm arms and not
look for that snowy moon so unbright?
Perche' di notte non ti sveglio, non ti accarezzo
dolcemente e farti diventare il mio cucciolo?
Mi negherai tutti i baci deliziosi, tutti i respiri dell'anima,
e non tremerai nemmeno al tocco delle mie dita?
Why don't I want to wake you up
caress you gently and be my pup?
Will you deny me all the delicious kisses, all the sighs,
of your soul, and not tremble at the touch my fingers?
No, primavera mia, fammi ancora sorridere
e credere che nulla e' cambiato nei nostri pensieri;
che tutto ci ricorda dei momenti piu' intimi:
basta solo che tu mi guardassi piu' teneramente!
No, my spring, make me smile again
and believe that nothing has changed in our thoughts...
that all reminds us of intimate moments;
it wouid be enouh that you looked at me more tenderly!
Perche' di notte le ombre crescenti e mistiche mi fanno
sentire brividi sulla pelle se fosse pieno inverno?
Perche' di notte sfuggo and un' altro magico incatesimo
che mi puio' fare tuo per altre notti senza vento?
Why at night the increasing and mystic shadows
make me feel chills like it's midwinter in hell?
Why at night do I escape anther magic spell
that can make me yours for other windless nights?
Perche' sono rimasto agli estremi confini dell'ignoto,
di una solitidine immensa che non offre un comforto cosi' disperato?
Perche io sembro di vagare verso una meta senza sentire paura?
Perche di notte la stessa strada semba piu' lunga e piu' oscura?
Why have I remained at the extreme boundaries of the unknown,
of an immense solitude that refuses to offer a comfort so forlorn?
Why I seem to wander towards a destinaton without having fear?
Why at night the same path seems much longer and much darker?
Phase:1
I found myself in a market..,
Market of human cattles.,
Trying to get through the situation.,
My wrists were tied with metals..
It was half past seven.,
Neglecting all my requests and prayers.,
Weighing my proper count.,
I was announced for a demon.,
I screamed 'No'..,
And kicked hard over ground.,
But only an injection.,
And my sleep was sound..,
Phase:2
A big giant face against mine.,
I got the intension..,
Yelled 'No., please don't...'
But no mercy or its sign..,
I lost all my rhymes of life .,
Colors were smashed that night.,
Scratches yielded screams.,
Force gave me fatality.,
Bites turned to bellows..
And his pleasure putted sobs..,
Voice was choked and..
My tears were alloyed with sweat.,
The delicate places I reserved for someone special..,
All were now messed and unset..,
My tall neck I dreamt
to be loved by my future husband.
Was now scratched savagely.,
By his rough rigid and ruthless hand.,
Each time I afforded some courage..,
But hands were caught and mouth tied with bandage.,
Lost all my senses.,
But felt each jerk..,
He was pride at..,
each stain he created dark..
Phase:3
My service was over..,
No scream,nomore shriek,or shout..,
Jammed muscles were relaxed now.,
I was plugged out..,
All my world..,
World full of dreams.,
I embroided earlier with my own gilt.,
Was now transformed to this.,
Dirty, filthy and quilty quilt.,
Tears were dried., breath was back.,almost correct now..,but I know ...,
I was turned from a girl to a women in a single go..,
Never I will eye myself again..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will return to my family..,
Neve will be able to.,
Never I will find that someone special..,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will get healed.,
Never will be able to.,
Never I will dream at night .,
Never will be able to.,
This nightmare digged deep in me.,
And a lifelong terror created by that unknown he.
Why not we all protest?...and get a full stop ...why?. Always LET IT BE.
Mother let me tell you
what no one ever knew
the secrets on this page
I dout God has a clue
for if you see through my eyes
what daddy did was nothing
you were all I had left
why did you think i was bluffing
It wasn't a joke mommy
I tried, I cried and I cut myself
I even begged for you to get me help
and you had no idea?
How could that be
mommy I told you everything
How dare you lie to me!
I lived with my self hate
and daddy got off
what didn't you get?
I always looked lost
I locked my door
and I screamed I hate him
but all you did was say
You can't escape him!
Well mommy I could always say
you'll never know me better that way
you'll never see the innocent me
it was taken, shaken and re-made
in a whole new way
this poem is about you mommy
things I don't have the guts to say
Honestly mommy I don't know
what hurts more
looking in your eyes
as you called me a WHORE
for I didn't do it
I didn't dress wrong?
I just wanted a daddy
thats why it hurt all along
Mommy but you hurt me
most of all
you never trusted me
Even after telling you
mommy should daddy
haved'lusted' me?
but you didn't listen
and I had to cope with the shame
cutting myself everytime I got away
and creating a whole new name
a facade and a wall
I put around myself
I told you for years
"Mommy, I need help,
I hate myself, I can't live this way,
mommy what daddy does,
I don't think I could say.
It hurts to look at the man
I am supposed to trust
My daddy how dare he Lust?"
But all you did was say
do as he says
I begegd and pleaded
But you'd just shake your head.
And now mommy it's to late
I'd glady rather be DEAD
I lost the little girl
That i use to be
everything inside
has died and I am just not me
so I gess the stranger
that I now see
is a broken child
that could neve just BE.
Only early July the summer heat is brutal
days will over a hundred degrees in the shade
The evening does little to cool, her breezes warm
So hot the stars seem to melt away as the moon crisp
to a golden brown, the ground thirst rived with cracks
as your clothes feel like loose skin layered onto your wet body
by the sweat from the sweltering punishing summer heat.
The sun does not shine it scorches and burns
delicate plants wither their leafs browned
Never enough water for any life abused by this heat
In direct sunlight you feel your skin burning
you sweat excessively, you are drained and fatigued
as your soul exhume itself from your body
ounce by ounce drop by drop dripping away into the
shinny shimmer glimmer of the horizon as it dives
into the belly of hell to cool itself off.
The refuge of indoors with fans blowing and air conditioners
churning air that neve feels cool enough.
Too hot to sleep, too hot to eat. Your will to work
long has evaporated into the glorious magnificence
of the mighty harsh Sun.
Outside the world becomes an oven baking away
sizzle and crackle of life itself buckle by the summer heat
Long pass the cold of December snows, so far from the freezing
of January. In my youth we played outside in this heat
riding bikes, roller skating, swimming at the public pool.
Drink from the garden hose cool off with the slip and slide
Mother would bring out a pitcher of ice Kool Aid.
Summer tan us brown as we spit watermelon seeds
for fun. We didn't even have air conditioning until I was ten.
How did we do it back then? it was just as hot, we were not as soft
You just lived life as it came and made the best of it.
No complaining, no worries, just living day by day
and those hot summers were expected and okay.
Race you to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee.
My Goddess
I
Met A
Goddess! FroM
The very starT
Of course it was heR
Had dreamt of this daY
Pierced my ennuI
An unseeN
KnifinG
ShiV
LifE
NeveR
More clearlY
Defined. The patH
It changes in A
Flash now she is neaR
Mind is openeD
I n t u i T
Key tO
LocK
Eyes
Each glow
Pleasant smile
Moment lingers
Your curly brown hair
Showering strong shoulders
Every breath filling bosom
Lusciousness, sinuously moves
Flowing across the room, wild river
Frozen deer I become, looking but not,
Round, wide eyes misdirecting intention
Obvious I’m caught. Could you be too?
Meeting for the first time, crowds part
S m i l i n g d e s p i t e m y s e l f
Te l e g r a p h i n g i n t e n t
All pretense forgone
Reaching deeply
I asked you
Now my
Girl
5/7/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
"Love Me Or Hate Me" ~ Says the Limerick
I am only five lines written for fun
Mocking someone with foolish words of pun
Love 'em or hate 'em
You praise or condemn
A poetry form some call "hit and run"
Some think of me as inconsequential
To the haughty I am nonessential
It's a thought I refute
And would gladly dispute
Cuz nothing I say is confidential
I read Jan's limericks about Tess Tickle
But did you know Tess spent her last nickle
Buying new underwear
Cause she hadn't a spare
She kept leaking in some sort of trickle
Tess had a good friend with the name of Neve
Cheated by keeping aces up her sleeve
She thought she was smart
Until she got caught
That taught her it doesn't pay to decieve
And then there was the one they called Maisy
Made faces that caused her to look crazy
One day her eye got stuck
And she looked like a duck
So now everyone calls her Miss Daisy
There once was a gal whose name was Mary
Wore wings pretending she was a fairy
Then I swear on my word
She flapped 'em like a bird
And started singing like a canary
Heard them tell about a gal named Sally
Made money hanging out in the alley
But then she got greedy
With those who were seedy
It was curtains in her grand finale
I used to know a chesty lass named Pam
She had to tote them around in a pram
Then had an operation
A booby castration
I heard she now goes by the name of 'Sam'
Did you hear about the one called Yvette
She can't remember and started to fret
It made me want to cry
I can't figure out why
Umm.. umm.. I'm too old and tend to forget
Just to sit and look at you,
To admire the person you have become.
To see how much you have grown--
Makes me happy and sad all at the same time.
I am happy because you followed my directions,
And you are succeeding in your life.
You have set goals and have overcome obstacles.
You neve give up and you do the very best you can.
It makes me happy when I see that smile on your face,
To hear your voice giggle and to know that I can still
Hug and squeeze you like the little child you once were.
But my heart is sad because
You can't walk and dance on my feet no more,
You cant sit on my lap and play pat-a-cake like you use to,
And I cant carry you in my arms like I use to.
You are growing up, and although there is a
great big world out there for you to discover,
Each new day is a new leaf turned ,
And an old memory put into the past.
There is such a unique bond between a mother and her child,
It is too special to fathom or even explain.
You want your children to grow up and become someone special,
But you dont want it to happen too fast.
And before you know it, their whole infant and toddler years
Have flashed by in a moments time --
And you are looking and thinking back of when you use to
Hold and cuddle them and sing them lullabies to soothe them to sleep.
So, my dear daughter, although you got some time still to grow,
When you outgrow your shoes and you have left home---
I will still be looking back and will remember
The person you were and the wonderful person
You've grown to become.
Alicia Griego
10/04/06
Form:
I saw the obituary on a Monday eve.
Her services had been last week, our own little Neve.
A woman I had run into many times before,
She had asked me to lunch two or three times, maybe more.
I always said, "I can't now, I am too busy today."
Never knowing she needed me in every kind of way.
She had seemed a bit overwhelmed last Monday morn.
She'd ask me to lunch, but I had a dress that was torn.
She had a great smile, she was at school a lot more than most.
She was self-less, and seemed happy, always smiling, never a boast.
I barely knew her, because she was fairly new in town.
Her family had only been eight or nine years around.
I called her husband to give him my sympathies and regret.
"She always wanted a friend," he told me, "But they just never met."
"She hanged herself in the garage, with a noose and a chair.
"It was last Monday, after her shift at the school fair."
I had no words of comfort I could give her husband or me.
That was the day she'd invited me to coffee or out to tea.
I told her I was too busy, and she had smiled sadly.
I had no idea it would hit her this terribly badly.
I felt anguish that I had spoken to Neve on her very last day.
I wish I had taken some time, to help her dream, hope, or pray.
I've learned my lesson, and I've learned it well, thanks to Neve O'Dine.
The next time a newbie needs my attention, I will carve out some time.
Being strong takes effort, being weak is easy
to fall for certain wishes that excite senses,
and a growing boy has many temptations
not related to a sweet cinnamon apple pie!
Oh, sweet girl with the loveliest voice
live without worries, run past meadows
where lively thoughts speed up footsteps;
living without fantasy is a hard choice!
Boys your age don't really have any dream,
they play the sport that suits their taste;
they have seen people's faces that gleam
from a delusion or dream that went to waste!
Oh, sweet girl with the loveliest voice...
chase after sunsets to find that eternal joy;
we both have dreamed but very differently:
I'll write your story in beautiful prose!
Sit down, I'll unlock the magical key to success,
considering I've failed, toy would look down on me;
It's in failures that we learn to get better and disagree:
you can avoid those unnecessary risks, never play chess!
Oh, sweet girl with the loveliest voice,
don't imitate me, life has been a total struggle;
nobody held me in my loneliness, this bruise
never heals, neve busts into a bubble!
I waste no breath on silly matters, I tell it straight,
pay attention in every detail, wisdom you must use:
let no regret make you bitter, listen with attentive heart:
after you have lived and wasted all: what else did you lose?
Although it may not be enjoyable.
An it seemed unimportant to many.
Beginning a chore which it's objective
seems far-fetched and greedy.
Inspired by the events
on some distant shore.
Something most would categorize
as useless and would rather ignore
these saw an ends to a means
m and end :a marketing friend
seeking consumers as they make need
for the product one wishes to consume
the kneads of candida genus
Book by Chef Vassa Dillsirr
the Sea "He" F
oods to mealthyme.
or ( Mill Thyme)
Born when it Snows
the desert snows of summer
a testament to differentiation
of conditions in diverse climates
Creeks , sills and dikes
of anceint floodings
power: work and elapes time.
The French Broad River 1916
French Broad River 2024
Floods of the Cenery Events
Oak Island may have connections with
Orcacoke and the Queen Annes Revenge
The Envision of Elabrate Establishments
construction of solid imfrastructure
built on the rocks of trued soils
" The Sora's of Margret Ann Neve who
was bprn in in 1793( to 1903)
mentioned Blackbeard was from Phildelphia.
He was a slave merchant and owned slaves
on his ship the Queens Anne Revenge
which was a Pirate ship siezed by his crew.
The ship was formly a slave ship
named "La Concorde" was captured early morning
in Virgina by
Spotswood and Maynard
in 1718.