Lorenzo Pietro Berra
was every opposition’s terror
to watch him on film
is like deja vous all over again
Categories:
pietro, humorous,
Form: Clerihew
The Italian muscians Scarltti
Pietro&Guiseppe
A Bach & Handel contempore
musicality by the score
Categories:
pietro, music, people,
Form: Clerihew
Pietro Vannucci aka Peringino
tilted heads his usp 'to go'
Gentle,sentimental perhaps oversweet
his portraits though were very neat
Categories:
pietro, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
In Italian Pietro Annigoni
a portraitist 'differente' we do see
Updated renaissance is seen
see for example that of our late Queen*
*Elizabeth II 1926-2022
Categories:
pietro, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
Lorenzetti brothers Pietro&Ambrogio
first to paint landscapes to show
Their importance too difficult to guage
sadly both dying of the plague
Categories:
pietro, art, people,
Form: Clerihew
The outstanding artist Pieitro Perugino
loved to put himself on show
He painted self-portraits* to go
with a framed inscription below
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/pietro-perugino/self-portrait-1500
*https://www.wikiart.org/en/pietro-perugino/self-portrait-1500
Categories:
pietro, art, people, word play,
Form: Clerihew
I'm a clown.
I'm here to make people happy.
I have to be happy.
After all, what's a clown without his smile?
A lot of people don't like me.
It's understandable.
They say I'm scary.
They say I'm frightening.
They don't even try to be nice to me.
If I was dying, if I were there, nobody would come save me at my deathbed.
Nobody's around to help.
One time, I fell off a rock into the lake.
I can't swim.
Between gasps of air, I screamed for help.
But nobody came.
It looked like I was luring people into the water, they say.
Like a clown in the sewer.
You'll float too.
I just want them to be happy.
I just want the world to laugh with me.
Not at my pain
But at my success.
Sometimes, I don't feel very happy.
Like the rain soaked through my skin and into my head.
Like I'm covered in a mild shiver that just won't go away.
But I have to be happy.
After all
What's a clown without his smile?
(This poem... is about Animal Crossing. As in, the game that kept everyone sane during quarantine. Don't try to look for a deeper meaning, it's literally about Pietro from Animal Crossing.)
Categories:
pietro, animal, bullying, hate,
Form: Free verse
La Barcaccia
A boy, of twelve, cups his hand and drink water from
the fountain near the Spanish steps, while watching
the traffic that seems anarchistic and cars park with
total disregard to fellow users of roads; he is twelve,
dreams of owning a Vespa scooter when fifteen,
but for now he has an old bike, not many boys, his
age, have got one.
It is seven thirty in the evening, a mild April day 1961,
the day is over, Bellini is still open and so is Vanity Fair,
selling expensive dresses and lingerie’s; but Roland’s
the Jeweler has shut shop, by the spring people sit and
are sociable, as most Romans are the hum and harmonies
of their voices make it good to be human
The fountain was designed by Pietro Bernini 1627 and
represent a sinking boat that sank here after a flooding.
And it was washed up at this spot. The boy doesn’t
know that, it doesn’t matter, it had been a fine day when
all was well in Rome and no one spoke of carbon foot
prints in the sky and other silly things
Categories:
pietro, art, history, day, day,
Form: Blank verse