The Feast of Power
...Walls breathe insistent hunger,
red as the inside of a split pomegranate,
richer still where the tallow has melted,
slick as the fat from a burnt offering.
Scarpia does not eat.
He savors—sou...
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Categories:
tosca, anxiety, character, corruption, creation,
Form: Free verse
It Fills Up My Soul
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Born in New York of Italian descent-
from childhood on- lasting still all these years,
Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament-
The drama of romance, fear, death, and tears.
The power, ...
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Categories:
tosca, appreciation, emotions, how i
Form: Rhyme
Va', Tosca
...Given the many threats I have made against God,
given my forgetfulness of God,
given my sniveling prayers,
given that Tosca, that saintly hussy
who dwells in my head, given I have
created her fr...
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Categories:
tosca, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Sweet Soul Surrender
...Sweet Soul Surrender
She gazed beyond the windowsill where her oblivion stood an idol still
Sweet surrender her soul to spill tired trying to escape her innermost ill
Breath by brea...
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Categories:
tosca, death, farewell, mother,
Form: Rhyme
When the Warm Day Dies
...When the warm day dies
and the cool night begins,
then I'll be there, beside
you my love, feeling the
heat of a beating heart,
my arms wrapped round
your empty shoulders as
I whisper silent ...
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Categories:
tosca, absence, bereavement, longing, loss,
Form: Free verse
Why I Love Opera
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Born in New York of Italian descent,
From my childhood and beyond through the years,
Deep in my soul live the sounds of lament—
The drama of romance, fear, death and tears.
The power, the...
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Categories:
tosca, how i feel, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Recondita Armonia
...Recondita Armonia
It took an opera,
a composer's life and beauty
bursting forth with melody within him.
Then from the scaffold, Mario the painter sees
discovery of harmony upon cathedral walls...
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Categories:
tosca, art,
Form: Free verse
Callas
...From poverty to superrich,
A Prima Donna - some say witch -
But what a voice that lady had.
Oh, she was Tosca, driven mad,
And she was Norma, Butterfly,
And many more who loved, to die.
She die...
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Categories:
tosca, art
Form: Rhyme
My Dog
...My Dog.
Tosca is his name.
He is always the same.
Loving and true.
By my side he will stay.
Morning, noon and day.
He licks my face.
He wags his tail.
Never does he fail.
To comfort and ...
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Categories:
tosca, animals, friendship,
Form: Tail-rhyme