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Sonny Ju Ju Peppellini Poem
I don't know quite how it is
but there are times in my life
that are in absolute disobedience
to my being there
though not in denial
this carries its own unique aura
kind of smells like honey
with the tantalizing taste
of a young girls mouth
I curiously hover from a place
above it
to watch it move
gracious as a ballerina
yet so private in its nature
I have learned
that if I enfold unto it
it will embrace me
holding me
inside its rainbow
of butterscotch afternoons
and
liquid caramel evenings
How conspicuous I must appear
come morning
putting the trash to the curb
as someone else
A small note
tacked to my front door
Gone Fishing"
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Sonny Ju Ju Peppellini Poem
Stepping on something sweet
Quiet shades of twilight
ushering in a sullen mist
while hushed purple shapes
cling like the jealous forlorn lover
never letting go
A tender whisper
from some far off place
of long ago
tantalizes my soul
with orange dreams
A pas de deux
of joy and pain
spills from my nostrils
across an ocher sky
to the curtsy of black tulips
All these things
and a whip-poor-will too
sally down to sweep me
inside their cavernous mouth
swallowing everything I am
The hollowed echo
of a bedroom door
closing behind me
mimicking the sound
of institution
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Sonny Ju Ju Peppellini Poem
I never knew her by name
yet her sun kissed auburn hair
I lived a lifetime with
nor did she ever
flip a glance my way
how sure I was
we once grew old together
Her piercing green eyes
like precious jewels
peering miles in front of her
toward greener pastures
to all places
angels go dream
How whimsical of me
I thought to myself
to have loved her forever
as her train rumbled pass me
in the opposite direction
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