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Ever since Mr. Dutile asked us to sandwich our desks together, I haven't
been able to sleep or eat. My mom made her famous crisp lasagna the
other night but I didn't eat a bite. I went to my room feigning a stomach
ache then wrote your name all over my binder. I can feel my cheeks hot
as I write this but I must say it or combust. You make my heart melt like mozzarella and when you smile at me, you make me feel like the prettiest
girl alive. I know I am not Julie Panuccia with her revlon lipstick but I was hoping, you felt this way too.
So here it goes, "Would you go to the prom with me?"
Before you say no, I must ask you one thing, "When you slipped me that silly note along with your hewed pencil, was that you making a pass?
I figured maybe ?
Soooo, if they answer is yes then on prom night I will ask the D.J.
to play "My Eyes Adored You" it was playing the day I ran
into you on talent night. I almost dropped my books at your feet
I believe I fell in love that da. I hope you feel the same way too
Sergio Valente.
Your friend
Loretta Beata Lucia Santaricchia
Feb 21, 2019
There was a great filmmaker from Italy.
The man’s name was Sergio Leone.
He made a famous western trilogy.
These three films were all quite good.
They starred an American named Clint Eastwood.
“A Fistful of Dollars” became something to adore.
The next film was titled “For a Few Dollars More”.
The most famous of this cinematic trilogy
was the flick “The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly”.
They were about a man with no name.
Each film launched Clint Eastwood to fame.
These three films were set in the American West.
As westerns go, they are among the best.
All three films are considered of quality,
even though they were shot in Italy.
On the television, these films occasionally show.
“Spaghetti Westerns” became a term we would all know.
On the sandy knoll he stands, a solitary, forlorn figure gazing at the sky. It’s a clear night, and hundreds of stars shimmer like fireflies pinned to the firmament. His eyes fix on one of them, a twinkling pinpoint near the center that seems to give off a faint amber glow. Looking at it distractedly, he wonders what star it is, which galaxy, how many light years away. He has been mired in a persistent gloom brought on by a bad breakup which life in general has done little to lift, and in his pensiveness, he yearns to be where he is not.
Stars congregating
A salve of reticent lights
Melancholy vaults
He imagines not only life but a much more advanced civilization on the amber star (the distinction between a star and a planet he’s in no mood to dwell on), an unknown utopia in the wilderness of space where unhappiness has been bred out of the entire race, and where there’s no war, no loss, no hate, no love, just a perpetual lightness of being maintained by wisdom and moored to omnipotent technology. He wishes he could leave everything behind, and go far, far away to that beckoning star.
Soul with starry eyes
Thoughts retreat into night sky
Fantasy of flight
The star he’s gazing at is in fact not a star, but a planet in a spiral galaxy 4.5 million light years away, which would not be visible to his naked eye if it weren't for the light from over 5,000 near-simultaneous explosions that have obliterated civilization there in a nuclear apocalypse. Before life was extinguished, the planet’s inhabitants called their galaxy the Milky Way, and the planet itself, Earth.
Man-made suns flashing
Perpetual night descends
Light flees into space
Inspired by the song “So Many Stars” by Sergio Mendes, Marilyn Bergman, Alan Bergman
parmesean shrimp pasta and loaded cheese grits
southern chicken tenders and rice pilaf
hot buttered cornbread and butterscotch pudding for dessert
two bottles of water, some multivitamins, and an alluring oceanfront view
a unique collection of music i made similar to an 8 track i had in the early 80s
let me see....morning sunrise-weldon irvine....lovely day-bill withers....
moonlight feels right-starbuck....kiss you all over-exile....the tide is high-the paragons
....simple things-minnie riperton....look around-sergio mendes and brazil '66....
a little stan getz, a taste of michael franks, and an alluring oceanfront view
i sit here now in complete silence
a few people with flashlights are having a good time like i am
race, color, and presentation does not matter here in this vibe
i fall asleep with a smile of pure contentment on my face
i do not worry about the inevitable departure
i do not worry about what is waiting for me when i get home
i do not even worry about time or place
i just amass myself in the heavenly bliss of the moment....thank the Lord....and rejoice
As blue waters of March quiver a chime,
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more.
Near the paling ledge of Triste's harbor
I observe the dreamer inside me ache,
On fallen crest…it hurts a whole lot more
To drink, to sip this bitter wave and break.
I observe the dreamer inside me ache,
For this masquerade of glee chafes my soul
To drink, to sip this bitter wave and break;
Recalling my Nana… dug in the knoll.
For this masquerade of glee chafes my soul
Where so many stars flicker, quite sublime
Recalling my Nana… dug in the knoll.
As blue waters of March quiver a chime,
Originally written 11 June 2016
Reposted 3/23/2018
Contest: Laura Loo's Favourite Pantoum
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Inspired by Songs by Sergio Mendes
Waters of March
Triste
So Many Stars
It Hurts A Whole Lot More
The Dreamer
Crystal Illusions
Wave
Nana
Masquerade