Vienna Poems

Vienna: More Birthday Candles, Kisses, Glory

R Read about your gratitude in Your Day Vie
O Once again, cyber- monsters ate my wish 
S Still, where's there's a will, a way to blessings
E Eternal remain in Jesus; we KNOW Him, He will Love You and add to thy contentment. Anil

Vienna In Giddy Gravitas

sophisticated 
     asethetical art 
conceived its midst
of
a multiplicity
    of            identity

the threshold man
      outrageous output
corollas of fantasy
          &giddy gravitas 

a legacy 
still invades 
        the passive eye
touching
sensorial
undulating
        energetic

fragmentary
      linear
        frescos
curves&colour

furnished
    from body
to
space

a fantasy
     outrageous
shadows of
                expounded realism
denuded&
     decorative
        gestures
of

love

An Old Man With a Tired Beard Sips a Coffee

The sun rose early today.
Chilly air makes me miss her.
The scent of freshly brewed coffee along the Herrengasse brings me to rise.
My head aches from last night’s wine.
The street is quiet like autumn.
A sharp breeze makes me think of loneliness.
A horse-drawn carriage echoes as an old man with a tired beard sips a coffee.
The steam rises from the porcelain cup and gets caught under the brim of his burgundy Tyrolean hat.
He sits alone in the cafe and writes about love.

Vienna

There is a concert hall in Vienna
Where the politicians wear black, red and blue

There is a cemetery in Vienna
Where the ghostly boys are cursed with virtuoso 

There are no Temples in Vienna 
Still I would ask for a dance with you
Let the vagabond gods decide if we were 
Truly Prodigious under the sun
Worthy of a love or two

I want so much, Vienna,
Stumbling through half-deserted streets
The flowers blooming on your shoulder
First sunlight, a balcony smoke

In my mind, in my mind
As much as all great cities fall
Vienna, Vienna
Maybe you

The Vienna Gang

In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guilty of famous folly

My Grandmother Vienna Fv

I was thirteen  the first time I pinned my eyes on her
She smelled of Italy, with peppermint breath that clung sweet 
each time she kissed me affectionately with love-caress    
She told stories of Sir Lancelot and knights of the round table. 
Some days her big brown eyes shone with happiness and other 
days, when Bobby Solo played his golden trumpet, she would 
cry for memory of her long lost love. Knitting needles clacked 
as she softly spoke of her blessed mother. 

"She once read a romance entitled, Vienna And Paris. 
Mother fell in love with the story and decided if she had kids 
she'd name them after those two lovers. "

I was fifteen when she returned to Italy to lay next to  grandpa.
All I have left is an old super 8 film, and a chapter of my life with 
her that I could never replace or ignore. Her wise antidotes got 
me through a lifetime.  What we share in common is our first 
names and so much more. Thank you for reading. 

March 1, 2019

Heavenly Seraph Play - Dedicated To Vienna Bombardieri

Night skies sighted one brilliant star afar.
Love arrives, to change people's lives.
Heavenly seraph play, throughout the day.

12/6/2018


Dedicated to Vienna Bombardieri

The Vienna Gang

In 1913, Hitler, Freud, Tito, Stalin, and Trotsky
Were neighbors in old Vienna, a crew quite motley
Lived within 2 sq. miles
Water must've been vile
They all wound up guity of famous folly

Mackenzie and Vienna Couplet Fog

I sit her in a fog,
Trying to continue blog,
And I feel like a cob,
Sitting her in this fog.

Don and Vienna Couplets

I kept calling him Ron instead of Don
As I wondered why his eyes never shone
Then he accidentally called me Elaine 
Instead of Vie and I went insane,   
 
Me brain me braine, 
Echo’s again, again, am I insane,
Words go round and round, the pain,
Of Vie and sweet Elaine

Don

Mandy and Vienna Couplets

She always calls me her little flower of all nations
What I’d like to know is who peed in my carnations

My petunia’s have been trampled and my bean stalk
Well it looks devoid of bean, and some taste like chalk (Vie)


Chalky beans are not good, and peed on petunias are even worse
Instead of trying to eat them, use the beans to write some verse

For petunias bathed in pee, well I’ll tell you what I would do
If the pee didn’t work on them try and plant them in some poo

©GG 18/06/2013
 Forgottot put Vie's bit on, lol xx

Shadow and Vienna Couplets

She is the dearest friend I know way back in high school 
She was the one who had my back when boys did rule 
They taunted and made fun calling Messy sticky tooth 
Shadow told them to get lost, giving them the booth 

Shaking my fist, I put them to rout
sending them fleeing to their hideout
I dusted you down and gave you a hug 
you smiled tenderly as you felt so snug

Free Cee a Comet This Way Came and She Came All the Way From the Skies Over Vienna

A COMET THIS WAY CAME

You were a meteor streaking through the sky of my life
A comet that came to save me
You left a tail and trail of fire behind 
And all the wonder which you gave me

I watched as you glowed brightly above
Passing stars, the moon and the sun
My eyes were blessed by the sight of you
And I felt luckier than anyone

Born of the heavens, I saw you shine
As you etched brightness through the sky
I was the only one to see how intensely you shone
A body even the darkness could not defy

You were a shade of gold I’d never seen before
A shimmering and celestial soul to wish upon
But just like a comet you finally burned out
And as suddenly as you came then you were gone
                            © 2013 copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~

If Anyone Has Heard From Or Seen Vienna Tell Her We Are Still Poetry There

IT’S RAINING AND THAT ROOF SPEAKS

“That’s the way a cookie always crumbles”
And how sneakers in the clothes dryer tumbles
It’s also the way the ocean and its waves are tossed
And now I’ll describe the ways in which I keep getting lost

I would come upon and plod a pristine purple and pink path
But that path would lead to a road raging with rampant wrath
I’d come upon a quaint little cabin that would become a house built of pain
With a roof riddled by the unreasonable that couldn’t protect me from the rain

I’d find a sunny stained-glass window that would darken even in daylight
I’d find the safety in a lady’s embrace that would soon turn to fright
I’d happen upon a place wherein I could hide from a world in which I don’t fit in
Or I’d find a devoutly devoted woman whose sanctity suddenly turned into sin

So I may as well be a cookie, sneakers in a dryer or a well threatened sea
Because the temptation of a pristine path often leads to where I don’t want to be
The silence of a comfortable cabin suddenly begins to speciously speak
And every time I find a cabin like that the roof always seems to leak
© 2012 copyright PHREEPOETREE…..~free cee!~

Free Cee and In the Center Ring I Believe Vienna Would Approve of This One For Real

AND IN THE CENTER RING

We got so very close
close to each other
and close to our dream
a river's song or strawberries and cream
you got so close
naked in your moments of monumental steaminess
clothed when your selfishness demanded more than you deserved
and gave me too little of what I merited
but I was the main actor in a circus
and you are the ringleader 
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN
IF YOU'LL FOCUS YOUR EYES ON THE
CENTER RING YOU'LL SEE
THE GREATEST FOOL WHO I TAMED
ALL BY SELF.
SURE, SOMETIMES HE LASHED OUT AND BROKE SOME VALUABLE small figurines 
BUT NOW I CAN ENTER THE RING AND THE ONLY THING HE WILL DO IS LOVE ME”

well I ain't going to be one of the hundred clowns that come out of a little car
it's time for me to walk afar
to the closest bar
you and me
because we got so close to eternity
now i'll throw back a few
we came so close
me and you
     © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~

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