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Vincent Margiotta Poem
Awake me muse, for I need to commit,
To something, anything that will keep me fit
Before me sits, an unbuilt kit,
waiting for me to assemble it
With steady hands ready to work,
Unboxing, pulling out pieces,
for all they are worth
Parts and pieces dispersed here and there,
instructions interpreted as somewhat fair
Leave it to me, I’ll get it done,
better late than never, I told someone.
Time has come, to glue this to that,
prime, sand, then paint all that
To finish the task at one’s feet,
the process calls for it to repeat
Don’t call me a bad guy,
if I justify why you should electrify
You can paint or wallpaper any wall,
it doesn’t much matter to me at all
With all those lights still so dark,
plug in with “AC” to get a spark
Once we throw the thumb-wheel switch,
we behold all that glows,
hopefully, without a hitch.
I can proudly say to you this day,
this dolls house is ready and on its way
Ready for you to decorate
with folks gathering to participate
Thanking you in advance
for this build of mine
and approving of my timeline
At some point, you might say,
at his best, he was a gifted Miniaturist
Copyright © Vincent Margiotta | Year Posted 2025
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Vincent Margiotta Poem
Earning a dollar is not a bother,
but could be a force at play,
when markets swing and sway
All those highs and lows
bring a dance to your toes
in a special way
You’re up, you’re down,
your turn to go around
during the market day
Stick to your plan,
thank Uncle Sam
for the way the market can pay
Copyright © Vincent Margiotta | Year Posted 2025
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Vincent Margiotta Poem
For a country known for its Red, White and Blue,
We often mistake good for bad in people based on their hue
Sometimes, I feel nature is to blame,
But I can’t, because it is a societal game
Politics is played using the folks of hue,
never really helping our brethren,
only looking for that vote or two
To think that politics could help to abolish it is a dream in itself
Hopefully, one day all of mankind will be its better self
Copyright © Vincent Margiotta | Year Posted 2026
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Vincent Margiotta Poem
Whose baby is that? I think we know.
Her creators are quite aglow.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
we watch her laugh as she cries hello.
Mom gives her a shake,
Baby laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's that break,
Are of distant birds who wake.
The baby is Luciana, LULU I take,
One day she will have many
promises to keep and a bed to make
After baby formula and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to her very cheap.
She rises from her gentle bed,
With thoughts of nothing in her head,
One day, she will swap formula for hearty
bread and get ready for the many days ahead.
Thanksgiving Day is once again,
This time bringing a new friend.
Well, LULU this comes to tell you
That you’re lucky as can be
To become the newest member of so loving a family.
Copyright © Vincent Margiotta | Year Posted 2025
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Vincent Margiotta Poem
Time is a factor really unknown to man
It shows its hands not at our command
A mysterious notion that we cannot control,
Yet we look for its whereabouts to tell us what is to unfold
Time seems endless, yet moves pretty swift
It doesn’t look back when you think of it
So, use time wisely to get where you need to go,
But never forget the joy of the ride even when it’s slow
Copyright © Vincent Margiotta | Year Posted 2025
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