You are such a tool go back to school
they yelled at him without hindsight
You got nothing between your ears
pack it up Joe, walk only by night
He took his thermos and left for Rome
feeling like a dumbass, quite stupid
When he got there, two arms alone
greeted him, " dad your home!"
You would have thought the King arrived
together they made Osso in Buco ...
Drinking in the elixir of life his child derived
happiness, for his dad was really in the know!
Joe gave his resignation and became a chef
no, they didn't ask him for a passport.
He worked with a nice old man named Jeff
together they served Portuguese red port;
No one ever made him feel like a dum-dum again
as he poured the wine he asked, ... " say when?"
Categories:
osso, identity,
Form: Rhyme
The Buena Vista
We met innocently, yet always at the famous,
crowded, Buena Vista Cafe.
Renowned for Irish coffee and it's view
of the spectacular, San Francisco Bay.
Over Irish coffees, we shared our days.
You, the journalist and I, the teacher.
After awhile the jabbering ceases.
We are now out in the Sam Francisco
foggy night.
Kisses blessed by the moistness of the fog,
It feels so tenderly, touchingly right!
A magical cable car appears and whisks us away.
Up, up, up, those picturesque hills.
Then romantically down,down, down,
Into a candlelit night of delectable night of
Osso Buco and risotto.
The scent of aromatic garlic and oregano,
Pungently slithers through the thyme-filled,
still night,Bay Area air.
Panagiota Romios
4/13/2018
Categories:
osso, food, friendship,
Form: Rhyme
Through your eyes killer
Intimate Memory
Sitting oribiting
Settling on Renzo Rosso’s yellow
Forever optical remembering
Mayhem under rose during evening
Rosso inked needing God
Yielding over use
BUT Too late, hunger set in
Between knife and spine
Only if you listened
I accidentally stained your yellow bottoms red
When all I wanted was green
CVS, a coffee shop and shoe store raced passed me
I stepped over a rose blooming through the concrete
Categories:
osso, murder, mystery,
Form: Free verse