Long Nona Poems

Iolanda I am named after Yolanda 
Princess Savoy Italian princess
my patron saint the only saint 
of two countries Poland and Hungary 
When italian princesses were being 
banned from Italian soil my brown my 
great grandfather...

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My Greek grandmother and godmother, cousins,
My grandma baked and cooked homely,
My Nona, my godmother exotically,
Each one perfect, one couldn’t fault either,
Their husbands, playing backgammon
Looked up and winked at each other,
Each one betting a fiver!
Their competitiveness...

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I push the tall-legged hard thing next to the water thing, and pick up the blue thing.
It’s sticky, and sudsy, and fun.   I pour it all on the dishrag on the counter, over...

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Brutus Iulius Trois page 02

Where Trojans are there will be Troy
In Hesperia  the elder cousins the new Dardanoi 
the sons of Silvanus Dardanus shall inherit
and Lavinia's bloodline shall dwindle down  
caught by a...

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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...

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It was a crisp day October 27th 1942 
that's when my pop set out for WW11
right after my grandmother Nona
gave birth to my dad orders arrived 
his job assignment was to protect the 
priest arch...

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Nona is love with a spoon in her hand,
To stir the pot or smack your hand.

She's free with her hugs, her stories, her food,
But if your bad she comes unglued.

She hustles and bustles all over...

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Anida Mann & Baron Ready
April Showers & Wade Rivers
Bertha Saylor & Abel Crews
Bunny Bunns & Wilt Dailey
Burl E Pecker & Phyllis Upman
Candy Cane & Hedon Succor
Chastity B. Lowe & Noah Hoare
Crystal Clear & Robin Blind
Demi...

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senselessly
my Mum
though
i know

from where
she came
until the
day she

passed away
still carried
baggage
from

where she had
come from
other then
from my

Nonna who
we called
Nona be
cause

she said so
america 
now we
live so

parla solo only
Inglese we 
are now
them

and will
become
and fit
in so

no worry about
names and
taunting
even if

it seems
the...

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venice seemed a bit 
moving today i'd wondered 
over genova's coast 

hardly a peek over masone's 
entrance father was beneath himself 
filled with bitter rage

it appeared my fetish for clark's 
trouser's boosted family morale 
i'd...

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on a stool
in my Nona's
kitchen sitting
watching there was
no food channel
it wouldn't have
mattered she had
no television
she was our
Italian Julia
Child

on a stool
in my childhood
i would watch
my Nona cook
without words
without recipes
a pinch of this
and three
bay leaves
for the
trinity

as time...

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*JUST A REMINDER: Some of these words are made up to go along with the story line. For 
these purposes, the lyrics must sound like they are being said in a ritual.

[CHORUS]
Nona, Kemina, Su So...

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