Long Tender age Poems

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal...

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It was 1968 we'd gathered again in the school auditorium my tiny hands sweating only five years old while my name was called in all of this cold  
civil rights riots plagued my little...

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I went against my better judgment, I was flattered not appalled, the only affection that I had ever known was just affection that I didn’t want
By a man that was many years older than me,...

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Origin of Christianity

(If you don't like religious writes don't read on)

It may surprise some that Jesus was born a Jew, his parents Joseph and Mary were Jewish, both from the tribe of Judah, in the...

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The mute old drunk had gotten lucky the day before - a stranger had taken pity on him at the bridge, (under which he and many other homeless people lived), and stopped to give him...

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Oh, where on earth do I begin….Twenty years ago…

There he was. Standing by the door of World Literature Class in 1996. 
There I was. Walking past him in the hallways of high school.
Our eyes met...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the...

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My mother always took the bus.  I never understood why.  We had a car, but she insisted on taking the bus uptown.  I think she did it because father would not let...

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Your Own Favorite Poem Contest
Sponsor: Carol Eastman

"GOOD BYE, MY LOVE" Part I
Written: December 14, 2015

After the snowfall but before the lily blossoms,
you were this woman who left by choice,
all natural decisions made from a place...

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From Pretty Pink Bows To Baby Bassinets  


              Well little girl you are in high water now and the sand is...

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If death had a fee I would gladly pay
To see my beloved father everyday
How can I forget this good man
Who left us on the 10th of May
Despite that I prayed to the Lord each and...

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Hard lessons learned when brought into my home at the age of 3                      ...

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Across figurative and literal blackened white board...

Where death of democracy writ large,
nevertheless psychological strength predominates
unlike earlier chapters of mein kampf.

Mine hardscrabble existential debacle 
spelled losing game
swept me up in malevolent mindset 
far adrift from harbored...

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he came to us on a woven beaded hamoc as a flower bedded excursion taunt to the sun
there was a man among men who would deliver a specific message to the masses with lashes
planted as...

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Oh my dog, another yesterday (May 23rd, 2020) spent inside

Anomalous earthling inhabited 
mancave quarantined
cocooned gamesomely 
knowingly protected travesty
impossible mission sidestepping, 
thwarting, zapping
eventuality, inevitability, 

opportunity utilitarian death
crowning glory fêted within 
netherlands immortality
granted courtesy biological 
proliferation offspring...

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These cascaded tears are black in complexion,
I started arranging them when I was fourteen.
These broken stars are the horizons of fear, 
I started numbering them when I was ten. 
These words were the scars seen
in...

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Another bon voyage on next leg of journey...

into the unknown courting lovely lass
crafted four years ago to date 
flying colors while eldest progeny 
an undergraduate 
at storied university did pass.

Even at a young age, she
first...

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God

touch the flame God is a consuming fire let me explain
a radiant night couples run to the pier for a chance to splash but then
frozen from deep within there is a resistance to pull back...

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He took me as a child
At the tender age of eight
And on that day
I found the Way
To enter Heaven’s gate

He took me as a child
When I wondered, when I cried
He loved me
And He chose me
Even...

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where are the Nigerian youths? 

where are the pillar of the foundation? 

the striving spirits and the breadwinners

behold, all are entangled in a strange dance

a dance of shame

in the stormy ocean kicked by the wind

Now...

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Inspired by Deborah Guzzi’s Blog ONAM / INDIA

The Indian Rangoli or
Colorful Poetry on floor


This is the story of the poetry of 
Ancient Indian Women,
Who were less blessed to get,  
The knowledge from the learned...

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Evils with machine Guns to kill,
Ghost of my imagination were there to kill 
Or to protect me from the evils.
Believing in myself was what left within me, 
Left with my heart, my soul, and my...

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Youngest Champion In Woman Squash

There you have it, the youngest ever World Woman Squash Champion..
At a tender age of twenty, Nour El Sherbini is the 2015 Woman World Champion..

Coming off the prolific production line from...

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The poor boy heard Christmas beckoning at the door
He saw every house bright with many a lamp
And streets illumined with colorful lights and stars
But his tiny hut looked dismal n’ dark like a prison camp

With...

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Around that lonely house by the hill
The stray cat prowls through
His eyes glowing like meteors in the dark
And his fur's fawn rough
The stray cat strolls to the casement
Meowing for succour
The owner-occupier sneaks with a rod
Ready...

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