Don't fade away like the stars do, each morning
leaving behind the winds of your stay
Don't leave this earth like a shooting comet, son
dispersing my grief over oceans of tears
Don't fade away by dawn's purple blush
leaving agape this hole in my heart
Don't leave just yet ....
Knock on my window, before you finally go
Written in memory of Vito Fundaro
who died suddenly in a work accident this week in Mtl.
Categories:
vito, death,
Form: Free verse
From the Bronx in New York, he certainly went far.
In television and movies, this man became a star.
There were so many played characters we got to know.
Jim was "Mississippi" opposite John Wayne in "El Dorado"
In "Brian's Song", he was the late Bears fullback Brian Piccolo.
In "The Godfather", James was Vito Corleone's son Santino.
About this storied actor's roles, there is so much more to say.
At the age of eighty, James Caan is still going strong today.
I thank both imdb.com and wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable information I obtained to write this poem.
Categories:
vito, dedication, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
midst the bosom of a once bountiful farm
lies the graveyard of my ancestors~
the gush of tears that flowed here- only the wind knows;
the willows by the brooks~ are barely there,
and those who survived have so many stories to tell.
still flowing- the Vito river
despite so many summer drought
still limpid on its march to the sea
whilst faded on its parched sands
my whilom friends' footprints~
who ran so fast that time
until youth came elusive in their eyes
the placid breeze now echo
nostalgic reminiscence
of a once warm abode...
oh, how time devoured the dainty dreams we built
how time entombed unspoken anguish
on beloved ones' eternal repose...
how time like wind teased our midnight lamps
and yet we lived the night like day~
with so many songs to sing...
with so much love to share...
when taste of life was only sweet.
oh, how we passed the time away~
unmindful of its ticking...
unmindful where did it go
now, as I stand ~
in front of these forlorn tombstones
in my hands are stone tablets
that bear the names of two people
who were once a slave of time;
in peace, they slumbered~
for they finally conquered,
the unconquerable.
Categories:
vito, death, life,
Form: Free verse
A-mazing
L-ayup
L-ets
A-ction
N-icely
V-alidate
I-conic
T-riggerman's
O-utstanding
C-age
A-bility
I-n
D-rawing
I-mpressive
C-hampionship
Topic: Birthday of Allan Vito F. Caidic (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
vito, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
You could be just a tri polite (Muttered Mario ),
There is a deep meaning in this life/
Yet where does one go to when the storms abound ?
Like to a crazy music store,
Mere music to abound !
They don't really like you !
So shut your hole !
A roll of the dice down at the corner store,
Tony was out in the back sleeping with a whore !
People these days don't even know/
Nor do they think they know,
The whole concept of the role,
Now shut your hole/
Vito was down at the bakery taking stock/
With a switch blade in hand and mop,
See he's an over weight lover from another brother/
Type of home boy lover !
The freak was a shoe shine boy delivering flowers on the side/
Now he's working for Tony at this free kin two bit dive/
Yet thank God that the rest of his friends our still alive !
Now wash those dishes and shut your hole/
Forget about looking outside at the rise of the death toll !
Categories:
vito, confusion, cowboy-western, daughter, death,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)