Long Verona Poems

Of new pains new verses must be composed 
To give matter for the canto twenty
Of the canticle first, treating sunk posed.

I just was inclined with desires many
To thoroughly look at the open deep,
Which was moisten...

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Now we along one of hard rims are brought;
And a thin spray on the  brook is fixed, 
So shield to rims and water is begot.

As Flemings, Cadsand and Bruges bewixt,
Fearing the high waves pouncing...

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As Medusa walks in, shuts the door,
caresses precision hand down the mahogany-
and shows one what for.

Senses in starbursts-cloudburst
flavor crystals accenting- your bloom 
of predicate corpus, cat claws in my brain, 
comes metamorphosis-
Led mushrooming depth of...

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Her smile is unfit, as it illuminates beyond the masses,
a misfit in a world of hollow and half-hearted expressions,
The connection to comeliness, its source, not here –in there, away from the 
world, but evident to...

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What a sight to behold! A home to immigrants,
a spectacular city rolled with a wealth of arts!
predominantly Catholic with its many facets
its historical resonance and genesis of existence.

While it’s a welcome contrast from other countries,
there’s...

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A Silent Night's Hunt for a Tigress so blunt,
Left the Fiend dancing with my Thisbe's Cloack
But where was She? Her Drenching blood is all I can see
The Night of Sanguine, The Night of Rapture,
Tonight was...

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My wife and I share a passion for travelling, the world we love to see
We travelled through France and Switzerland and we're now in Italy 
Day one was a trip in a cable car to...

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*Written for an AP contest in which the theme was to write 
an alternate ending for a favorite book, poem etc.  


Shakespeare's quill gave Romeo and Juliet a tragic ending
but that's a sad love...

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Shakespeare's quill gave Romeo and Juliet a tragic ending
but that's a sad love story I think needs a bit of mending.
Yes, he's the Bard, but quite frankly it broke my heart
to learn they both died...

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I’m not some filthy slut
who calls your poems 
a joke; I like them. 
But here’s advice, 
take it or ignore it:  
You lard a poem with myths 
that weigh it down; half 
the young...

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There you're my Romeo, finally here
So, away I let my last pearl of tear
In the coffin we held our hands staying near
For my love, death is not to be fear
Eh my love, isn't this place...

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aim true
don’t shake
spear the beast

measure for measure
this is the taming of the shrew
the tempest as you will

it feels much ado about nothing
as if it is the comedy of errors
now on the twelfth night of the...

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Nothing can dim the glow of my joy
Those meaningful moments which I still recall.
I find certain happiness yet silence in time
With occupying thoughts that always cross my mind.

Along the stream of consciousness, there’s a hidden...

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SOLILOQUY AND SILHOUETTE

Soliloquy and silhouette, a lively dance,
A sideways glance, such dalliance of form.

In Verona, this jester must be serious. Stance -
Shoulders back, feet set, just right. The storm -

Soliloquy and silhouette, in perfect pirouette.
A...

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Their death could have been prevented if rivarly, 
misunderstanding and hostility had not been there...
had Verona not become a battle ground for the gentry,
but unlikely comedy that makes us burst into laughter,
tragedy puts some sense...

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DRACULA:
Welcome, my beautiful brides, to my humble home.

MARISHKA:
Ah! Vladislaus, tis perfect.

ALEERA:
In every way!

DRACULA:
Now, that we are married, shall we have children?

VERONA:
Aye! Vladislaus, we are unable to give birth.

DRACULA:
Why is this?

ALEERA, MARISHKA, VERONA:
We are but corpses....

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I saw her speaking but only heard music.
And wondered of the sanity of love, whatever it is that love might be.
I heard Mozart’s violin concerto number three.
I heard her speaking it to me.
The Adagio, like...

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DRACULA:
WHAT SHALL I DO? WHAT SHALL I SAY?
NOTHING WILL EVER BEE THE SAME.
NO MEANING LINES. NO SCRIPT INFRONT OF MY EYES.
WHAT IS THIS MEANING … OF LIFE?

THERE IS A SIDE THAT HAS NEVER BEEN SEEN
A...

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Your father’s words agree I’ve passed his test
Yes, I confess, I’m viewed as idiot
for bowing, but our future I’ve addressed -
Now, I have met and won my Capulet.

Ah, Juliet; my dear sweet Juliet.
Agreement’s done; and...

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TYROL TRIP

Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists
          skiers  good,novice & the inactive
on a flight from London-Heathrow
        trusting Italy was...

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TYROL TRIP
Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.

Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time...

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We hit Verona in the rain
But spirits didn't dampen, so
We walked the marble streets where once
Lived Juliet and Romeo.

The history is everywhere -
In buildings, towers, monuments,
Though fancy modern stores, of course,
Have infiltrated somehow hence.

Gelaterias thrive...

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Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.

Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & crushed into the cable car,
Just in time for...

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Forty Christians from Southcourt Baptists,
Skiers,good,novice & the inactive;
On the flight from London-Heathrow,
Trusting Italy was full of snow.

Huddled in a coach past Trento,
Disembark in MSV's mountain shadow;
Crammed & cushed into th cable car,
Just in time for...

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In Verona, his hand’s steady and grand.
Grateful eyes - he sees the gold in her.
With pomp regret, dear Mary’s knees, like sand.
The dynamite of God blows sin asunder.

The women carried her into life’s wake.
Her worldly...

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