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Luca Poems - Poems about Luca


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




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