Lady with that undeniable charm,
falling for somebody too soon
can be a mistake that'll bring pain;
lovers look for joy, not harm!
I admire honesty before I greet beauty,
sadly, I sense a glace of uncertainty
from a lady with that undeniable charm;
come down from the throne of pride
Lady with that undeniable charm,
your virtue encompasses all the others;
it's a fine perfume that brings delights
on cloudy days awaiting a storm!
Who owns the nobile smile you express
with a sweetness far beyond devotion?
Other ladies, not as realistic, pursue dreams
that are too big in concept and ambition!
Lady with that undeniable charm,
no gold holds the power of deception,
no desire or ambitiion changes the norm:
you look forward to joy, not to delusion!
Categories:
nobile, absence, allusion, beauty, crush,
Form: Lyric
Erster am Südpol
Geheimer Wettlauf mit Scott
Im ewigen Eis
Auf Rettungsflug für Nobile
Verschollen im Eismeer
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First at the South Pole
In a secret race with Scott
In the eternal ice
On a rescue flight for Nobile
Missing over the Arctic Ocean
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Primero en el Polo Sur
En carrera secreto con Scott
En los hielos eternos
En vuelo savamento a Nobile
Desaparecido sobre el océano Ártico
Note: Roald Amundsen (1872 – 1928), a Norwegian explorer of polar regions led the first
Antarctic expedition to reach the South Pole (1910-1912). He was the first person to reach
both poles. Me was reported missingin at plane crash during a rescue mission for Umberto
Nobile in 1928 northwest of Bear Island in teh Arctic Ocean. Umberto Nobile (1885 – 1978)
was an Italian airship pioneer and general. He was injured when he crashed and rescued by
a Swedish pilot. Mussolini degraded him and Nobile emigrated first to the Sovjet Union,
later to the USA and to Spain. In 1945 he was rehabilitated and returned to Italy.
Categories:
nobile, history
Form: Tanka
Mounted on his noble steed,
No taller than the tallest weed.
Prepared and ready for the plunge,
Protected from any type of grunge.
Staring down a darkened cave,
Deep inside him feeling brave.
Blood flowing straight to his head,
Making it swell and turning it red.
He doesn’t know how long he’ll last,
He’s sure he’ll make it with his class.
In he dives into this hole,
Making sure he fulfills his role.
Jumping out to catch some air,
Sweat pours and dampens his hair.
In he dives yet again,
Trying to perform like other men.
The climax now just in sight,
As he spits and spews up white.
Tired and done from all the fun,
Feeling good and not outdone.
Get your mind out of the gutter,
I speak of a Halfling whose name is Cutter.
Nobile steed a riding dog,
riding through the morning fog.
Fighting goblins in a cave,
trying to prove he is brave.
Now read this poem again my friend,
And do your best to comprehend.
The truth is not what’s in your mind,
Just natural thinking of mankind.
Nathan Bane Leccese
© All Rights Reserved 06/18/09
Categories:
nobile, adventure, fantasy, funny
Form: Rhyme