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The Infernal Serpent

The Infernal Serpent
coiled ’round the soul of man
strangles the love and understanding
imbued by the Creator 
supplanting it with hatred and distrust.

The result
	conflict


Collection: Attaining Peace
Written: June 2019

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The Blind Man

The blind man
walks slowly to the voting polls,
reaches for a lever
and pulls it.
There! Now I’ve voted.
I’m a good citizen.
Leaving, he stumbles
and falls into my arms.
Did you vote today?
No, I’m not blind.

Category: Social
Written: June 2018

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2019

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All Art Is a Painting

All art is a painting
with oil or water
with sound
with words

Larry well-described painting with sunlight
with but a sole mention of chiaroscuro
Kandinsky painted with form oft obscure

Ludwig encompassed the spectrum
from darkness to moonlight to the sunlight of hope
Even Wolfgang
			simply recall Papageno

But poetry
oft described as painting with words
demands a voice
paints with the sounds of words
with assonance and consonance
with rhythm and rhyme and repetition
with brevity


Written: October 2019

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2020

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Darkness Revisited

dark clothing
dark skin
dark place

may    be

but

dark sees
the realities of life
beyond superficialities
deeper meaning
happiness and light
laughter and love

aware
of life

Collection: Life
Written: December 2019

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2020

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For Jfk

One sunny day a tall, lithe man 
slowly climbed the steps.
Some saw him as the bringer of peace.
Others as the new beacon of understanding.
But he was simply a man,
by birth an American,
by nature, Irish.
He plodded forward,
hampered by the pain in his back,
and more so, by the pain in his heart.

The crowd cried out for his help
to bring peace and love and kindness
to their world of war and hatred and anger.
Bent over the microphones,
he spoke of that world they so much desired
but he could not give them.

For he knew that world could only
be found in their hearts.
For each to find, 
to nourish, and grow
until it existed, powerfully,
in the hearts of all.

Written: 15 March 2019

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2020



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Panic

Grovers Mill NJ,  30 October 1938

Bright blue flashes in the nighttime sky
a copper cylinder
lands slowly in a field
a hatch opens
and an octopus-like creature emerges

The martians have landed !

Metallic manta rays
heat-ray armed
with power unimaginable
float through the city
destroy everything in their path

Panic ensues !

Police helpless
army tries bullets and bombs to no avail
FDR speaks words of calm
but people flee chaotically
not knowing where to go

Hello, this is Orson Wells speaking.I hope you enjoyed our halloween radio production of H. G. Wells War of the Worlds.

Sound familiar?

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2020

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Haiku :: 1 :: Grief

Thunder lightning rain furious abrupt cleansing the feelings of grief
Collection: Haiku Written November 2019

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Haiku :: 6 :: a Trilogy

HAIKU  ::  6a :: PROMISE

Together we were, friends we remain … we promise
HAIKU :: 6b :: CLOUDS and WINDS
Clouds interlacing winds of night separating rejoined by sunrise
HAIKU :: 6c :: SUN AND MOON
Sun, moon at nightfall separated by darkness rejoined by first light
Collection: Haiku

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2019

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Domingo

Domingo
sitting in his chair on the walk
day after day
he's seen many days years decades

Teeth like a half eaten ear of corn
or an old halloween pumpkin
but with a smile just as large

Looking looking but seeing?
sitting sitting all day every day

Does not walk 
right hand lame
but the left always warm
limber like a man of twenty

Slow to speak but always kind
never an angry word
tho' alone on a busy street in the barrio

¿Papá, gustas un vaso con agua?
¿y tu amigo, el señor?

Aging but not old
mi amigo
my hero.

Copyright © Beto Riginale | Year Posted 2020

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b • thin k
Collection: Abstract Written: 10:00pm 31 December 2019

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Book: Shattered Sighs