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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Sun murders the breeze
Choking pores until they cry
Holding us hostage.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
I wait for the deluge
To see Arizona's Coast
Join hands, tread water.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Mirror Images
Like a hued cacoon ablaze,
Foreshadowing life.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
It is said that there are creator Gods
That create Gods
Who in turn created
Man
These blessings cheated the system of order
Seas of black turn blue in the mind
With one slight of hand
Emerges clay in the shape of man
Trees fork, slit and seeds become killing machines
Steadfast in plights of secrecy and honor
Bestowed on each from what or whom?
Something asexual, of no procreation but created
Fight amongst one another for a turn
At this tug of war amongst giants
Buried in layers as sedimentary rock they wait
Lie dormant until the time is revered
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Idols and Trinkets
Prayed to by women of night
Crave skin sacrifice.
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Algae on rock's face
Tells the story of landscape
And how it once was.
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Wonder who lives here
and if they feel small when awake
and wish they could sleep.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2010
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Spit at you a tale of an instance
with all the fiber of being
a tale of the least resistance
no more of whom, be seeing.
Same trains coming, steam and Stop
pandering scenery to grasp bearings
Mercury rising, the thermometer popped
always bursts: when Upside-down standing.
Awaken to, this boundless room
Forced to hug myself.
day in, day out, same buffoon
as the picture on the shelf.
So catch a tiger, hold the line
look up with newfound eyes
wasnt at fault, just not ones time
to say whats on the mind....entirely.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2011
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
He runs his hand down
The contours of your face-mask
To see what he can't.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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Peter Calvanese Jr. Poem
Futile attempts hurt
One armed man punching the wind
Life is frustrating.
Copyright © Peter Calvanese Jr. | Year Posted 2009
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