Short Turin Poems

Giacomo Balla an inventive artist from Turin
whose moving art always give me a grin
He tried to depict light,movement&speed
see how his effort* did succeed...

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I bought the shroud of Turin
the vatican had a sale
they have legal expenses
and priests that needed bail.

It was just an old dusty cloth
so I put it in the wash
that Tide detergent, never fails
all the smudges and stuff washed off.

don’t get excited, i was raised a catholic...

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Turin, Italy the
Home of the athletes, 2006
Extreme performances,

Wipeouts are
Immiment,
Nation against nation,
Timing is everything,
Excelling to the challenge,
Rallying behind their own ,

Only the best,
Legends they will become,
Years of training and preparation,
Medals of gold, silver, bronze on
Podiums wait, embedded
In memories forever,
Congratulations to all the 
Stars of the Winter Olympics!...

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A tapestry lightly stitched,
a Turin shroud of time.

It is a vision of our birth and crucifixion.
a Jesus still ascending
while travelling our own via Dolorosa.
I glimpse of a Christhood rising
within both I and you.

Now the weave unwinds,
threads twist in a rootless wind.

Father, a spool of memories is unravelling
is it a nativity or an extinction?

Linen soaked in life or death
stains the same.

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My hubby came home with a grin
Said “I’ve booked us a trip to Turin”
I found my bikini
it looked oh so teeny
now I’m fasting to fit myself in

I cut out the chocolate and cake
well apart from one tiny mistake
on my diet of pear
gently poached in fresh air
I should soon be as thin as a rake

But my efforts were sadly in vain
My wobbly bits were for stayin
They just wouldn’t budge
So I brought out the fudge
ate it all, now I’m praying for rain...

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