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Best Michael J. Falotico Poems

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Seductive Disarray

I didn't crumble or drift off into a fade...
I shrugged off goodbyes faster then they were made...
Watched as they were dipped and soaked in my poetic rage...
As I threw a fist full of words against a framed blank page...
I sat and watched my emotions scatter artistically...
Like candles on a wall it poured in colors so intensely...
A portrait of a misguided soul that has lost its way...
To a poet who paints with a pen in seductive disarray...

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

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"Golf Ball"

                                                  



                                                     I'm two inches wide,
                                                  and can drive a person
                                                insane. I roll my own way
                                              even slower in the rain. I am
                                             always still when you need me 
                                            too. I spin and slice when not hit
                                           right. I can hook and dive and go
                                           out of sight. I can drop on a green
                                            if the golf gods are there, or I can
                                             land in the sand if they choose or
                                              even care. See a golf ball is bad
                                                and can make a man sad. But
                                                  for a hole in one, I would be
                                                    very happy and oh so glad.

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

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Only Together


                                  You were my raindrop and I was your cloud…
                               We spoke in whispers that were heard out aloud…
                                   I was your teardrop and you were my eyes…
                                       You saw in colors my dreams pass by…
                                     You were my hands and I was your grasp…
                             We felt our way through the dark and over the past… 
                                     You were the letters and I was the word…
                            We rhymed our way across the sky like wings of a bird…
                                 Together we sleep under rain that has passed…
                                      Holding each other in a love that will last… 
  








Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2013

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A Leaf Falls

by Michael J Falotico

                                               leaf sprouts on the tree
                                              baby in the carriage sees
                                                 full bloom in summer.

                                              young man sits on bench
                                           colors change as time passes
                                                 old man holds a leaf


written for the "When" contest

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011

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Yesterday's Candle

Don't be ashamed of yesterday..
We took chances in times of disarray..

Built bridges that we can't cross alone..
Through narrow paths to lead us home..

Forks in the road that divided hearts true..
We went our ways and watched each other choose..

Tread lightly if your path is in the dark night..
Look up to the sky and remember I'm still your light..

Remember yesterday and the wisdom learned..
We shared a candle light but never got burned..

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011

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Blinded by Right and Wrong

I stood on a hill and screamed for peace...
Lost in the noise were friends that teased...

A mask that hides what's wrong and right...
Too many stones thrown that blinded my sight...
 
Wolves that prowled with a sheeps face and a devils soul...
Crept slowly in the dark where the truth was never told...

My cape is wrinkled and torn and bloodied from the day...
A battle well fought where being right lost its way...

Then left with a heart with blood still there to drain...
No need to ask the question, I'd do it all over again...


I don't write stories, I don't write make believe... I write what's in Me....    Michael




Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

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My Pencil Runs

                                                My pencil plays in my hand....

                                       Outside a card house that can barely stand...

                                             I sketch a paper train on the wall...

                                        Watch it travel from in a frame to the hall...

                                      It passes through pictures from one to another...
                                   
                                     From black and white scenes to colors that flutter...
                               
                                            The card house falls as the train pulls in...

                                      And the path of my pencil tears a paper not thin...

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2012

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Kind Feelings

Never got to say all I needed too..
Motionless words as this bird flew..

Now I look out my window to reach 
your mind..
I talk to the sky and send feelings
that are kind..

On a quiet night when your thoughts 
are clear..
Out your window they fly with no harm
or fear..

If you smile for no reason, I'll know why..
Maybe just a few have reached your eyes..


For PD's contest... The reason I picked this piece is because this past month I was able to hear from this lady for whom I wrote this piece about.. I emailed it to her and she was so grateful that I still cared enough to write for her..It gave us closer and helped us both realize why we are better where we are now... love doesn't stop it just gets transformed into a better friendship...

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2011

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"Walls Between Passion"

written by Michael & The Mysterious Lady of Soup


                                                 Michael
                            The walls are tall but I know your there.
                          I hear your voice and the thoughs we share.
                                 So close but can't touch your hand,
                 all I could do is spill out my words and let my pencil land.
                                              Lady of Soup
                         I can feel your heartbeat beyond these walls,
                                one tear drop and my pencil falls.
                           The image of you vibrates my desired needs,
                            every thought about you inside me exceeds.
                                                 Michael
                                   I press my palm on the door,
                      just to feel your hand makes me want you more.
                          My chest is beating to your song of desire.
                      To be inside your body and feel your waves of fire.
                                              Lady of Soup
                        I take a deep breath to feel your essence here.
                           In my mind, the image of becomes so clear.
                             I can not calm a single thought about you.
                  I place my hands on my chest in hopes you get through.
                                                 Michael
                        Soon this door will open , and all shall be revealed.
                     So many things to be said, will start with kisses sealed.
                           To see you standing in your beauty and appeal
                              I have to have you as our passion will steal
                                             Lady of  Soup
                      The time has come for us to be in each others arms
                  before you opened the door, you had me with your charms.
               Lets throw these notes away, and feel the desire for each other.
               Lets keep this a secret between us, my dear poet and sexy lover..

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

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"Ladies of Soup"'

Poet Destroyer is such a good friend...
On and off with chatting and e mails we send...
Each day I check for all the new entries..
Thanking all for comments that are always friendly..
Raising stakes each day by such talent shown..
Your site has helped, for this poet has grown...

So to my friend Wilma across the pond...
Our partnership in crime has formed a nice bond...
Until my Jersey Girl stops her sweet ways...
Poems shall continue to roll all of my days...


Poetic picture of PoetrySoup contest

Copyright © Michael J. Falotico | Year Posted 2010

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