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From a wide square with an ancient marble fountain,
which borrowed its fresh water
from a nearby, pristine river;
I looked far away...to fix my glance on
the Norman fortress rising on the top
of a barren and steep hill,
that the Normans built to keep off
the invaders with fast horses and sharp swords!
And beneath those strong walls,
I lay down tracing them back to medieval times;
and as the noon grew warmer, I fell asleep
drifting into a past ,which made many fret and weep!
I wanted to hear tales of bravery, how the knights
fought their battles to guard against dire;
and their fortress they fiercely defended,
until the verdant grass was saturated with blood!
Galloping on my agile Arabian horse, with glistening
armor and drawn sword...I heard the laments of the wounded,
fearless as a voracious lion catching his prey,
I entered the battlefield that loudly clanked;
and everywhere there were prostate bodies on the morbid ground,
and I, in mortal terror, couldn't turn back and not face the enemy!
It could have taken a fatal moment for me to have died...
not returning to the people I had left behind!
As a true knight: I had to honor my pledge,
and through pain and ordeal I had to kill to stay alive;
when the battle ended, I headed back to the Norman fortress!
Awakening from that vision, brazing out fear...
I realized how real that could have been;
and its brief duration made me much courageous,
but somewhat deeply mournful...
to have seen so much blood and grief!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
To have an empty heart
For nearly thirteen years
Inner emptiness
Many internal tears
Music is my Savior
And now poetry has come along
I know where i want to be
It's where my empty heart belongs
I have thirteen years in storage
Of cuddles and company
Kisses and strong feelings
For someone to share with thee
If i had wings like an Eagle
I'd be in flight today
Over a blue stretch of water
To my future i would say
I'm just a simple man
From a distant Scottish Clan
Please take me in your arms
And be the man i can
Take me to your bosom
And let me hear your heart
To spark my ignition
Leave thirteen years in the dark
Take me by the hand
Hold me close and tight
Let me lie beside you
Every single night
To wake up beside you
Knowing i can touch and kiss
To know there's love tomorrow
Is this Highlanders only wish
I walk into an old brick building on a campus.
It seems so familiar. . . as if I should know it,
and yet my memory is blurred.
Climbing steps, I’m sure of where I need to go.
I glimpse a door on an upper floor.
Opening it, I look inside. It’s not the room I believed I sought.
A feeling of foreboding now crawls over me.
Somehow I know. . . that somewhere in this building
some students wait for me.
Panic grips me as I think of the minutes I am losing.
That room. . . That room. . . Where is it?
I move down corridors, up stairs, down stairs,
Opening door after door after door after door
to rooms from which strangers’ faces stare blankly back at mine.
Now I’m racing down many flights of stairs, then up,
running to opposite sides of the building and back,
Steps turn into escalators! How strange. . . .Old blends into new.
The building, once so common, has now become gigantic.
I’m swallowed up by it, by its limitless labyrinth hallways
leading me to nothing. I must get back to where I started from!
Running, running. . . I awaken with a jolt!
Having drifted back to sleep, I find myself this time
on a bustling and modern city street.
It seems so familiar. . . . as if I should know it.
Those rising skyscrapers. A place I once lived or maybe visited?
Starting to walk, I seem to know (how do I know?). .
that a narrow street of tiny shops and outdoor vendors
waits around the corner, a cobbled street where new turns into old.
Again. . . That same hideous foreboding begins to creep upon me. . .
And as I turn around, the street I’d walked along looks not the same.
Should I try to backtrack? Something tells me. . . .
I have tried and failed at that before. . . in other dreams.
Panic is resurfacing again, for I just know. . .
I’m never going to find my way
back to where I started.
We met a few years ago, then suddenly you were gone
We danced the very last dance to our favourite song
Happenings in our lives took control of our tomorrows
That evening when you walked away, filled my heart with sorrow
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When I heard the telephone ring, I answered and you were there
And we spoke of the past few years, these years we could have shared
The time flew by when we talked, sharing our pasts to date
When you said you'd like to meet up again, my heart just couldn't wait
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When I picked you up from the Airport, you hadn't changed at all
Six foot plus with sky blue eyes, still leaving me enthralled
We settled into our night for tomorrows journey we'll make
To a rented cottage so idyllically set, down by the lake
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The morning came so fast as we set of on our trip
Again going over the years, picturing like a movie clip
Our destination now reached, refreshed we head for a meal
At a restaurant overlooking the lake, our pasts begin to seal
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Back to the cottage we go, as you gently take my hand
So dreamy under the full moon, is this what fate had planned
You play our favourite song, the one we danced to so long ago
As you take me in your arms, something in me flows
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We look into each others eyes as you ruffle my long blond hair
I see desire looking back from your manly sky blue stare
Slowly we discard our clothes as you lay me on the bed
Adventurous discovering hands declare our minds well read
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Our passion resonates, excitement fills the air
Years of catching up in delightful bodily share
We awaken in the morning, spooned within my reach
Our love has been reborn, re-found visiting Qualicum Beach
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-15.php
In a cutter he sailed
This tanned foreign man
Muscled and handsome
As i watched him step on my island
His long brown hair
Mm, shoulder length
I went weak at the knees
Losing my strength
The evening drew in
As i sat on the beach
Admiring his ship
Craving his reach
When i heard a voice
Saying " good evening to you "
I turned around
And the want in me grew
I said " hello back "
Would you care to join me
On this sunset evening
As i joy at the seas
On the sands we sit
Our lives being discussed
My inner thoughts of this young man
Were beach laid lust
We continued to chat
As we moved real close
We shared a kiss
As our skin was exposed
He picked a red flower
And placed it in my hair
Into his eyes i looked
To desire him here
His muscled body
Held me to his
My breasts outing
My heart in bliss
The warm evening air
Drifts over our skins
In the sands we join
Our pleasurable sins
Its as if the warms winds quieten
Allowing our chorus of love
As the stars peer through
The palm tree leaves up above
In explosive crescendo
Like the breakers on the shore
He excites me like no other
As my body cries for more
In symphony and in sync
We writhe and absorb
Our passion shared
Before natures sinking orange orb
In his arms i lie
Until well into dawn
For i know in my heart
Unto him i am drawn
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-7.php
Mohawk Kaniatarowanenneh
Meaning Big Waterway
This part of America
I hope to see one day
This archipelago of dotted lands
In pictures they look oh so grand
Greenery green, like emeralds that float
Thousands of, natures boats
The smallest one only has one tree
Two shrubs, amazingly
A score of them are a National Park
To visit them, i would feel a part
The place i would stay
Is called " just room enough "
One of the islands
Just room for a house
To wake each morning surrounded by blue
Around me and above me too
The element of me to see this place
If the future's kind, i will grace
Heart Island, where Boldt Castle stands
With it's Disney shape and it's garden lands
Bought for a dollar in 1977
With it's visitor proceeds, to turn it to heaven
This beautiful place
That nature delivered
Is a thousand islands
On the St Lawrence River
Bikini clad babe
Tanned for the day
She invites me home
Maybe, nightly stay
Her home we reach
She showers, i wait
Drinks are poured
It feels like a date
The heat persists
Yellow bikini she wears
Once again
In x-ray stare
Our talks continue
Like the previous day
But more of each other
More open say
More drinks are drunk
As the evening longs
That feeling hovers
This is where i belong
The music plays
As i take her hand
This bikini clad babe
Beside me stands
Torso to torso
Face to face
Our eyes meet
Then our lips grace
Kisses like roses
Touched by the breeze
Contact so light
Increasing of tease
Our hearts are releasing
Signals the same
Passion of flow
In wanting tame
Her body i kiss
As my teeth undress
Release of her clad
Revealing her naked finesse
Muscled and proud
She strides as i stand
Bikini clad babe
And her beach found man
Like a piston and liner
To her place off rest
Consumed in hunger
Sensuous zest
Our bodies discover
The joys of a bond
This is more than love
It's two hearts in respond
Our heavens delight
As our bodies glow
Rhythm's from rapid
To caress of slow
Sensations saved
In our loving minds
To love each again
In future times
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love5.php
Surrounded by silence and draped with a linen sheet,
to keep dust from your natural sheen,
and protect you from direct sunlight;
not from the loneliness and gloominess of your night...
How thrilling and gratifying was to hear
the gleeful or moody notes,
when these careful fingers
played an octave: either lower or higher!
Never abandoned for a long period,
always tuned-up, free of dust and ready for play;
a companion that loved being spoiled,
by letting me improvise the melody of the day...
Let me see myself in virtual reality, stately and taut,
sitting in my stylish pose, and hit the keyboard,
transcribing a musical comedy by sharp memory
as the chords make up my distinct harmony...
Be dormant no more, come alive and rejuvenate your tones:
as the spirit that inspires the mood of your melodies; bring back
all the tenors and sopranos to this forgotten stage so dark,
and let them sing the arias they choose within the range of their keys....
Slowly I walk to the window as I am attracted by the light
What could cause such brightness before my day becomes bright
I step out on the balcony, my eyes lured towards the sky
Spaceships of various sizes, is this our world in nigh
In the sky above Central Park, appears the daddy of them all
Whilst all around are smaller ones in deliberate hover fall
Just off to my right I hear explosions and screaming cries
Then suddenly down below, one hovers and catches my eye
Inscriptions on it's side, remind me of 2nd century glyphs
Can it be that they have been here before, and banish alien myth
The writings that I see are similar to the Mayan race
From the site at Naranjo, yes, Guatemala being the place
My mind in wheels of confusion as to why today has arrived
Leads me to think that this happening is genius in contrive
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-17.php
Shipmates headed to town on a Saturday night
Ready to party, ready to fight
Passing a bar, I said Let’s stop by
There’s a barmaid inside who had caught my eye
Local boy said I saw what you did
You hit on my girl. You’re a dead man, squid
I don’t let no one hit on her no more
When someone does, then that means war
So I said Please to meet you. I’m really charmed
But if it’s a war on words, then you’re unarmed
Hey, I want you to know, you’re number one with me too
What a coincidence, the same number as your I Q.
Can’t help it if this ole boy set her heart on fire
So back off if you don’t want to sing soprano in the choir
Now I may not be the brightest lad
But it was easy to see he was getting mad
Then I said sorry man, I should have kept my mouth shut
Because I don’t have time to kick your butt
Then as I backed toward the door, I don’t know why
I stopped in front of the bar maid and I kissed her goodbye
The local saw fire and his face turned red
He threw a bottle at me that just missed my head
Then he charged at me and I took out his feet
And he slipped through the door and into the street
I looked at my shipmate and said some other day
We jumped over the bar and went out the back way
I said to my shipmate Let’s go somewhere else and unwind
He said you’re okay for a Yankee but you’re out of your mind.
Portsmouth, Virginia 1965 on liberty.