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Give me wine, give me poetry
and a hug to shake off these blues;
give me the sunniest and bluest sky:
give me glimpses of an unstressed tomorrow...
without masked faces that cry behind them!
Breathing freely means absolute freedom,
but the loss of it imposes a new norm;
what can distract people from forgetting death,
and stare at the solemn preacher who must harrow
dying souls for their destination of fire or bliss?
What can cheer up folks and make them laugh?
I'm preparing for my departure, lest fate is gracious:
let the laborious life I lived be an example of boldness,
I've held onto my beliefs, I carried no animosity or envy:
all I had was from God, not from the hands of charity!
Give me earthly delights, give me soothing music,
my assigned time could be nearer than I expect:
I have no throne, no crown, no riches in my treasured chest;
I'll leave as naked as I came...humbleness has never left:
how calm must be the exodus from life into death...
without groans, without moans; and with an exemption from debt!
I'll render this transaction to the Almighty with easiness...
no resistance to prevent what He desires: His wish is too intrinsic!
I always reach for you
When the night seems too long
It feels like you should be there
Lying where you always were
I want to hold your hand
Feel your fingers tighten
Around my own tentacles
Two hands cleaving as one
Since you’ve been gone
The walls listen to my sobs
And seem to whisper of grief
That edges my very soul
Missing you is like a nightmare
Where I never truly wake
It leaves me feeling sluggish
Even during the sunniest days
I often wonder if I will ever find comfort
Amid the pain of my memories
Will I ever look through the old photographs
And caress the heart of what could have been?
Missing you is a tragedy
That keeps me grasping
For the pieces of the past
Which frequent my thoughts
Without you, I think
Am I really me?
Love feels like it has gone far away
She used to exist everywhere it seems
Now she hides in fear of being used up or let down
Most now, don’t even remember what she feels like
I remember long ago
Love used to have big bright colors
lightening bugs would soar through the night sky
with dancing white beams that glowed in the dark
four leaf clovers would spring from green pines of grass
but would ever elude being found and plucked
by those wanting a taste of its Irish good luck
floral beach balls and pink rubber kick balls were the center of summers delight
camp fire girls adorned navy blue vests and strutted proudly holding red white and blue flags down main street on Memorial Day
lazy polka dot burnt orange black lady bugs
would sleep under the sun
waiting to be scooped up
each child hoping to find the lady
with the most dots
to win the game
cotton candy colored May Day dances held in the public-school yard always on the hottest and sunniest day of the year
each student excited about dressing up in colorful garbs from different cultures around the world
Love was innocent then...
Love had the best aromas too
tide detergent, vanilla extract
talcum powder, wonder bread
sweet potato pie
hot dogs on toasted rolls at the public pool
Chanel #5 on Church Sundays
lots of Chanel #5
Love had the most wonderful sounds
the rustle of fall leaves under your feet
the crunch of plastic sofa covers at grandma’s house
sitting on the porch listening to night crickets on dad’s lap
Maybe love is actually still here
Waiting for us to love her back
She has not been treated well lately
I hope that she will give us all another chance
And come back soon
Hopefully this time
She will stay
Dogged In the pursuit of truth
Science writes text with bone dead words
Worse parched than extra dry vermouth
Oft as tasty as rancid curds.
Keeping terms tight as verbal shields
Description is the task of prose,
The draft horse of the science fields,
That ploughs grounds where ignorance grows.
It plants the seeds of truth in rows
Which may produce some bitter yields.
I seek to learn what is real
But much prefer what I can feel.
The sun, I read, moves in ellipse
Joining earth and moon in eclipse.
Dry equations scribe orbits hips
But lack the power of poets’ lips.
I feel things of meaning to me
In robust words of poetry.
Free of parallax’ precision
Of syzygy and equation.
The sun plunges to nightly swim
Bathing deep in a crimson sea
Fringed by cumulous atoll rim
As starry friends gaze silently
Watching through the dark veil of night
Until sun splashes up the dawn
Raising up night’s curtain to light
As friends fade out without a yawn.
The children in their designer clothes giggle and chatter as they explore the gleaming play area of this pleasant place,
Whilst mums discuss the latest fashion at the same texting their friends about nothing in particular,
This is a safe and beautiful world of opportunity and prosperity, a world of advantage and plenty,
And yet, just a short distance across the hills is an unknown world which is so very, very different.
A cold northern wind bites into the soul as it drives down streets and buffets corners,
An ancient car splutters to life, coughs its way up a desolate street and wheezes to a halt at a red light,
Crumbling facades of once-elegant buildings shower concrete confetti onto those below,
High street shops used to hum to the tune of every trade but are now dominated by charity and emptiness.
This is a sadly familiar traditional world of stereotypes and deprivation,
Worn out people with life-weary looks trudge the streets of despair,
Once-working men with haunted faces and sunken eyes linger on street corners,
As women in well-worn clothes plod home carrying plastic bags of two-for-one brands.
In this place there is no colour, no current fashion, no smiles and no rosy future,
Just a sense of existing, toiling, surviving and heart-felt sadness,
The hopes and dreams of fresh-faced youth have been replaced with an acceptance of inevitable disappointment,
A melancholy aura pervades even on the sunniest of days.
As the edge of this place beckons the grey clouds of despair lift,
The manicured landscape of prosperity emerges on the horizon,
But to those in this place it is simply a mirage of bounty beyond their reach,
Society seems a facile whole with two worlds that we cruelly allow to coexist.
Roxy as the loudest rottweiler in Waterbury, an historic town in Connecticut,
Roxy was a vigilante dog, which never let a stranger or a burglar in;
once this ranch home was a haven, thanks for the love she had shown!
While I was watching my favorite movie, she joined in with interest;
I padded her to let her know that I approved of her curiosity,
and I spoiled her with foods that dogs shouldn't eat: like cookies and pastry!
On the sunniest days of spring and summert, we spent many hours playing, I threw the ball
and she would find it anywhere on the lawn and bring it back breathing heavily;
whoever says that dogs can't be human?....They have already proven that to us
by being our best friends! A dog can rescue a child from a burning house,
and jump into the coldest pool and bring that baby unharmed to safety;
and many of them take risks that we wouldn't take, to protect us in dangerous situations!
Canines have been our bodyguards since ancient times...Homer, the blind poet, had one, too,
but what they don't have is a spirit like ours, that spirit which returns, upon death, to God;
and will they ever go to Heaven with us? Our answer should be no, but the odds of taking
them with us, wouldn't be favorable, so we must leave them behind in their earthly dwelling!
When we'll be resurrected by Christ, we'll remember these loyal and dear companions
that shared our affections, our joy of loving, and our same fate: living and dying like we do!
Roxy was the gentlest and the most affectionate dog that ever lived, Roxy kept me from harm;
and what she gave was more than anyone could ever give! And my appreciation and gladness
were demonstrated in my caring ways: making sure she was well-fed and had plenty
of water to drink, when I would be gone for hours...and on my return, she would greet me
with a loud bark, and licking my cheeks, she jumped on me and tickled me with her paws!
Roxy was a gift from a neighbor who died alone; she entrusted her to me, and called me son!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I saw God and now what do I do
Does he visit many or just a few
I have many questions about our chat
About being God and where he's at
He came to me on the sunniest day
It was just perfect in every way
It was still and silent, calm and surreal
A special place it just had that feel
God broke the silence what a voice
That listening to it, was not a choice
He asked me, yes he was a man
He sounded like Frank from the burger van
His question was odd, he ask if I knew
After seeing God then what do you do
I replied before thinking, always unwise
I said I would tweet it and advertise
Spreading the news of our little chat
Living in peace without need for combat
Tolerance, friendship two simple rules
Act on it now, start teaching it in schools
Trust is not easy with bad folks around
It's just an evil few that's what I found
So let's build those bridges and pray
That the word will spread to all one day.
Haven't got time for those cynical people
They're never gonna drag me down
Life's too short for whining and complaining
In their own negativity they drown
For twenty-four seven it's non-stop paranoia
Can't imagine living that way
On the sunniest day their sun doesn't shine
I rather spend time making hay
Suspecting the government's watching us
Taping us each time we pee
Had no idea things had gotten that serious
Why such interest in little old me
Well I'm just gonna go on my merry old way
More important things on my mind
Like feeding Dufus and my Persian cat Lily
A good way to stay sane I find
Haven't got time for those cynical people
There's exciting stuff to explore
This friendly old planet is beckoning me
So I'm off to open more doors
When fate decides to bring you love sent on scented air,
you'll hold in your palm the whitest bouquet of clover
as the faithful glances in these enamored
eyes we'll remain as they are today to last and endure;
we may fall out of love and regret what wasn't there,
but which other promise has the strongest bond?
Ignore the sympathetic smiles around us, don't stare
at the prettiest roses taken from the sunniest garden;
let's reflect over our life: what's to come and what we'll become after,
we must love each other and live in full devotion until the very end.
We walk down an isle flanked by family and friends,
and their happiness mingles with ours as they sense
the strongest bond in a proud man and a happy woman so thrilled and surprised,
then we smile back at them and thank them for having come as they had promised.
Away from the cheerful crowd, we kiss in a orchard of lilacs,
they are purple and blue with gleams of light on their petals;
I pluck some and put them in your gentle hands and you gladly accept them
while your vivid imagination paints a rainbow above to appease your whim.
The sunniest island,
with its Sea Stacks standing out
of the Tyrrhenian Sea,
shimmers as sailboats glide
in timeless serenity...
Paradise's duplication in man's heart.
Winter brings no drifts of snow,
only mild breezes from Sicily,
and the tourist is always on the go,
exploring, discovering and wondering
how this small island came to be...
when God stopped and began creating.
The sunniest island
with pastel houses perched on cliffs edges,
and ruins of castles and villas on rocky hills;
the loveliest island
in the Mediterranean garden...terraces
decked with common brooms and oleanders.
And as the mists vanish towards evening,
the quails are seen flying above, while the lemons'
perfume is hard to resist...the beautiful landscapes are revealed;
sail away in the bluest sea ever seen by the human's eye...
spend the starriest night gazing over its glistening waves:
a traveler's dream realized in the sunny island of Capri!