Luca
Luca
So kind and attentive
My bearer of light
Reading my mood
Providing unconditional love
Happily greeting guests
Acting like a human
In fact, my beautiful orange tabby cat
Glad that you found me
And for all of the years we spent together
Now that you have passed
I still feel your warm light shine upon me
You will be in my memory forever
My sweet fur baby
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Categories:
luca, appreciation, cat, thanks,
Form: Free verse
Captain Luca
Captain Luca
By Jan Beaumont
Some of us are lucky to have grandsons
Those little boys who make your heart just burst
If I'd known just how much joy I'd find in grandkids
I'd have surely found a way to have them first!
A father-son relationship is special
Its lovely seeing dads with their wee boys
They learn so much from
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Categories:
luca, childhood, cute, grandson, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Luca Brasi
you are
you were
you will be
you will
fill my need
the sexuality
of poetry
the true kiss
of inspiration's lips
not of
the body
but of the flesh
the air you breathe
you breathe into me
with my perspiration
in anticipation
orgasmic words
perhaps abstract
and absurd
towards
total
disbelief
that concrete
shoes should sway
me
disway me
weigh me down
so in the end
tell the boatman
to ease me in
it seems Styx
and stone will
take my bones
as i swim
with
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Categories:
luca, muse,
Form: I do not know?
My Dog Luca
He's a loyal friend,
Faithful 'til the end.
He listens with patience
To my lively cadence.
By the wag of his tail,
I know joy shall prevail.
My loving, adoring pet,
My greatest of friendships yet.
There's nothing so fine
As this dog of mine.
A gift from above,
He gives of his love.
He's devoted and true,
He asks very little too.
He never complains,
Unless he's in pain.
He's
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Categories:
luca, love, pets, prayer,
Form: Rhyme
San Luca
He walks, rosary in hand, up the steps.
His tread is broken, fragile, and the joggers
Might hear his breath, each sharp inhalation,
Each hissing exhalation, were it not for their
Own breathless haste, their pounding feet,
Strutting out their health in upward bounds.
He takes a rest; age has bowed him.
He wipes his
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Categories:
luca, angst, lost love, love,
Form: Narrative