Women Ottava Rima Poems

Paradisiacal flower blessed with thorns,
bloody tongue holding such angelic prose;
The sweetest petals a harsh prick adorns,
a slight crack in perfection will impose;
Razor fine points cover...

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Today, he’d be, affectionately, Gus.
At fourteen, his talent was precocious
But his paintings of women caused a fuss.
To this, his reaction was ferocious
Ending in apoplectic rages...

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The bustle of the inner city roars
Where people all scatter out on the street
In front of the windows are sales galore
Children don’t seem to miss...

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No mortal has triumphed to conquer your appeal,
From Enkidu's Shamhat to Cain's Aclima it starts
Longing for possessing you was part of the ordeal,
For lust grew...

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Another time Musings

Where roads  add,  alongside cars that multiply,
So also power supply,  as its need grows,
Where folks do not , from social...

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In horned helmets and draped in fearsome skins,
the Viking warriors berserk in the village.    
Our men with sickles fight to save their...

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Even before the arrival of the first snows, so brilliantly candid, 
we climbed mounts less dangerous than the Alps's;
and we proudly chalked it up to...

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He was the Lamb that had to be slaughtered 
during the Passover and without Calvary, there wouldn't have been any salvation;
nothing would have forgiven our...

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Food, wine and passion...
these are the three essential desires
that describe my sentiments of today:
tasting the goodness which Nature freely offers,
and drinking without inebriating my judgmental...

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