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PRESTO

A young man was walking on the beach
A bottled lamp washed up on shore
The young man was somewhat hesitant to touch
Yet curious was running on the young man’s mind
He picked up the lamp and started rubbing on it
Suddenly, a Genie popped out saying his name was PRESTO
The Genie stated he had been locked up on

Categories: presto, adventure, care, character, courage,
Form: Free verse

ALL OF 90 SECONDS HEY PRESTO


It’s my graduation,
What an awesome day,
What can I say,
Up a few steps,
Then capped,
Then down a few,
Between me and you,
All of 90 seconds
No more,
No fuss, no trumpet,
No encore,
I studied, I slaved,
I cried,
I worked through
The night,
For 4 years,
For this honor,
My family hardly 
Heard my name,
But this
Was for me,
My moment of fame.
Made all the
More special,
With the presence
Of my

Categories: presto, homework,
Form: Free verse

Presto

There is no

Separation

To appear as

Separation..

But presto..!!

No separation

Apparently

Finds a way...

Categories: presto, irony, words,
Form: Light Verse

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Vivaldi Presto

uplift
      my heart
dispel
      distress
cast off
       despair
begone

music tingle
           my spine
emotions
        realign

half dreaming
    ...dulcet

Categories: presto, music, people,
Form: Ekphrasis

Presto

The bed feels so much purrfect on the morning warm.
Comfort holds like sleepy pillowed arms
If I could just say "Presto" and return 
I'd rise to  walk a beach in rising sun
Dressed in might as well be naked shirt and jeans
The ice of ocean water on my feet
As long legged pipers run ahead
and wind gusts

Categories: presto, hope
Form: Blank verse

Presto

All of a sudden, the town sort of changed,
As though the years had heaped all their dust in one go,
Reshaping the atmosphere and structure,
Erecting a darker, more feral architecture.

I sat on a bench in the square with a Diet Coke,
A Café Crème silently smouldered in my fingers,
And the ambience bristled, dangerous sensations
Tingling playfully along my

Categories: presto, childhood, history, loss, places,
Form: Blank verse