Cappuccino In Portofino
Houses painted in bilirubin sunglow,
Escarpment trails lead from St Georgio,
Jutting rocks cause oceanic spray,
Jaw dropping visuals on display,
Cobbled streets dipped in florid faces,
Buildings reflecting florentino traces,
Stood proud for the emperors of the Byzantine,
Forts and faro still shine for a Romanesque dream,
But for me, forcita food and laughter,
Echoes in my mind forever after,
As comments and jokes so droll,
Are marinated and drenched in Italian soul,
For merriment over a cappuccino,
Leaves my heart firmly in Portofino.
poem by Dale Mullock
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We were raised in an Italian-American household, although we didn't speak Italian in the house. We were very proud of being Italian, and had Italian music, ate Italian food.
quote by Francis Ford Coppola
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War In Secret
I don’t know much about war,
at least first hand I don’t.
But in my neighborhood,
when I was a child,
there was an old man
who had been in world War I.
He would ride his bicycle daily
up and down the streets,
pumping only the left pedal.
He didn’t remember about the war,
and all he got from it was
an artificial right leg.
I don’t know much about war but,
my uncle flew bombers
during World War II.
In an old album there is a picture
of him standing by a plane which
is painted with a big white star.
My grandparents were so proud but,
he never wants to talk about the war,
he only wants to remember
and talk about the planes.
I don’t know much about war,
but I know of two magnificent towers,
ones I’ve seen only in pictures.
Once they stood in New York City.
Proudly they stood,
jutting twenty-five years into the sky,
slicing the clouds.
Now they are gone,
taking with them approximately
two thousand seven hundred fifty lives.
This is what I know about war,
war in secret, plotted and
executed with ease,
with no remorse.
And this, I will always remember.
poem by Betty Bleen
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Laughter echoes
Laughter echoes
Giggles, chuckles, snigger's
He's in hysterics
Laughter echoes
Blood trickles
Oozing, seeping, gushing
His beautiful broken skull
Laughter echoes
Cold voice whispers
Mutters, murmurs, mumbles
He won't stop laughing
Laughter echoes
poem by Fedora Wearing Biggins
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My love for you.
In your mind and in your heart what a beautiful soul you are and you know it everything seems so beautiful when you smile the sun burns bright and yellow not a cloud in the sky a wonderful day it seems all to be when im around you listening to the echoes of your heart beating so beautifully time seems but to be at a standstill when im around you the world stops everything freezes my heart beats fast and faster like a clock tick tocking around and around your eyes are blue like the sky above your hairs shines bright like the sun your eyes sparkle and shine like the light from distant starlight from far and away the memory of you burns like a fire it lights my soul up when im around you i shine the kind loving sweet person that you are is just beautiful its perfect everything is good everything is jus perfect you are and will always be a sweetheart in my mind forever and always everyday in my mind was your name your always in my heart everyday i thought of you and dont want to be apart from you not one day longer.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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The Rocks And The Cliff In Front Of Me
the rocks in front of me
are layered like sheets of paper works
a load i must suppose for
centuries unread
the grasses of the desert
have come to cover
a part of the history of their
shale
i am the shadow at noonday
asking
what these rocks can do for me?
or shall i say
rocks, rocks, boulders of rocks
tell me the heaviness of your
burden
tell the secrets of your
strengths
the echoes keep on rebounding
sounding like the
laughter of a madman
asking the questions and
figuring out the answers
from the same sound
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Don't Know Why
I waited 'til I saw the sun
I don't know why I didn't come
I left you by the house of fun
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Out across the endless sea
I would die in ecstasy
But I'll be a bag of bones
Driving down the road along
My heart is drenched in wine
But you'll be on my mind
Forever
Something has to make you run
I don't know why I didn't come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
I don't know why I didn't come
song performed by by Norah Jones from Come Away With Me
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Stranger of my Shadow
the dream of yesterdays apart birth the
waiting hope to come in the castle of memory,
as today leaves the footprint of bedside of
tomorrow; lead me to the home of forever joy
and touch the glooming step of the future for
every bastion lives come to my dream
lips murmur of the sweetness passion of the
heart that breathes of lullaby of hymn in my
immortal soul, where the perfume comes away
in the lewd pain i gain, and let every road be
the wisdom of each way of serenity in your
hope
linger my soul, the waiting face shame to come
in the middle of your joy, damn me not in the
wilderness of astray, all like angels floats
looking somewhere beyond of what is yesterday
in the paradise eternal stay
oh! come and purify my whole some home,
where the moth not afraid to come near to the
fire of hell; show the very path that pleases
your destined heart; judgment never holds my
heart, yet! the zeal of free wills thane my soul to
be one in the table you share, my day
take me, show my inequities and cleanse my
lonely heart for the shadow i past lead me to
the eternal way that last forever.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Whomever' The WHO May Be
Who me?
I never thought I was the cheese.
Whether cheddared or sharp.
OR flavored filled crisp dipped chips...
Thick or thin and delicious.
I don't know 'who' to thank...
But I've never been into it.
Getting an attention done,
For something I love...
Makes to me no sense.
Even if it is,
Something I have experienced.
Nor have I ever thought of myself as a brick,
Firmly placed...
To be consider as a piece of a cornerstone that fits.
Who me?
I'm not seeking to be perfect.
I've always been 'me'.
I love to tease and play practical jokes.
When people realize there are serious parts of my life lived...
For some reason they become provoked.
And any attention on me that comes with a focus...
I am more surprised than those I know.
I'm the one with eyes wide open...
Thinking I've become victimized by someone playing a joke.
Who me?
I never thought I was the cheese.
Whether cheddared or sharp.
OR flavored filled crisp dipped chips...
Thick or thin and delicious.
I don't know 'who' to thank...
But,
I've never been into what I do with ego to display.
And perhaps that's my best asset.
A quality in me others see.
Only 'who' knows!
'Whomever' the WHO may be!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cat Envy
I wish I were a cat
content and proud
At peace with the world
I wish I were as wise and see
There's more to life
than meets the eye
I wish I were a cat
who's seen it all
And knows exactly
how the big ball rolls
I wish I were a cat
(If I ever come back!)
© 2009 Sonya Florentino
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Sad Story
The old house stood in silence,
no one lives there anymore.
Only memories of the past,
fill each empty room.
Once you stood so proud,
laughter rang out from your walls.
Now only cobwebs and decay inherit there.
What sad story has lead to your decline?
The lights from your windows,
don’t shine there anymore.
Only ghosts from the past,
live in every room.
Ghosts that once brought laughter.
That rang out every night,
are silent and no more
What sad story marks your fall from grace?
Once upon a time,
children played outside your door.
Now only weeds and brambles,
fall across your welcome path.
No more the smiling faces,
greet everyone at your door.
Now that sadness and neglect has fell.
What sad story do you have to tell?
Were there newlyweds,
with their hopes so high?
Did they have their hopes dashed some how,
or was it some great tragedy,
that within your walls befell?
So tragic that it made the silence fall.
What made them desert you to neglect?
What was the sad story, pray tell?
6 April 2007
poem by David Harris
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Something About Their Jokes Told
Why is it,
That those who once provoked...
Laughter and jokes,
On other folks...
Have become the ones,
Who today appear to fear?
Could it be,
Something they have done to someone...
Has managed to attract serious attention.
And faces of those once cracking with laughs,
Find something about their jokes told...
No longer thought to be as funny.
And today,
Those who they pass to exchange...
With others who gathered to laugh,
Seem to smile as if gasping onto bags...
Of contained laughter.
And appear happy for no apparent reason.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Firefly that scatter the sky
saved the mother earth, and witness the glooming
sky, as its dawning morn invites to come; calling the
humming birds laid the sweeten humid morning
midst of the trunk it’s lay
yet! look up the proud birds sleeplessly watch the
roar of the blue sea, something they want to whisper
in our deaf ears that can’t say, with the sparkles of
the swing of branches, neither the harmony of
wonderful song gives hearty melody in the tips of our
dream of a lonely yesterday
come as the leaf invites every heart to dance and
touch every journey of volatile immortality of each
lips and wonder the genes offer to whistle our hope of
eternity
let it every paint color our dream of firefly in ages we
live and forward that hibernation to wake our lasting
beautiful light shine, in the dark; for tomorrow is the
day to beacon our memory of today
dismay may not display, the luck of disgrace in
every soul, for not the end will justify each limit of
surrender; nay the color of paint of the rainbow,
reflected in the sky will judge the beauty, but the hand
that curve the heart that guide the most profound
direction of the soul, leads the end to conquer the last
day of life
shine the rays of light of the firefly in you and lead
every heart to stay in sky ……. you have a purpose in
life
poem by Antonio Liao
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Forever Yours
yours in your arms ur smile the look in your eyes the sound ur beautiful heart mask the beating boom boom boom the very sweet sound of the ticking of ur heart holding u now an forever more asking god to not ever wake me if this is a dream a dream of eternal wonder i never seem lost wen i speak with u the very thought of u is better then anything better then sum things ur a sweet heart with a wonderful hear a good mind and beautiful eyes i pray and ask god that one day to hear ur voice again it echoes in my mind it seems like forever since we first spoke i heard them beautiful words from you u i could never do anything bad or wrong to u jus always b there for u now and forever id be in ur service for watever u wanted jus say what u want done and itd be done right away the feeling i get wen u say my name makes my very heart fast and faster ur so special and sweet i hope u would never change cuz the way u are now is jus great id always be forever yours
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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You Hide From Them Your Soul
Oh the tangle weaves of life
Make us as human beings
So unworthy in our lives
To others who think
It’s just all a bad dream
We stand upon the edge
Of life’s calculated risks
Wondering can we be
What others can see
All they ever see
Is the shell that hides your soul?
They poke, prod and question
What kind of life you lead
You hide from them your soul
The journeys of life’s mystery
They think they know you best
But in reality all they see
Is a shell of a being?
That holds your soul to be
One that hides the ghost of pain
That is dormant in your heart
One that’s learnt to live and breathe
Behind a painted door
They often knock to see
If you are still here in reality
Little do they know?
Of your secret life of woe
Only once in while
You let them in your life
Then firmly close the door
That hides your secret life
poem by Kaila George
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This Lovely Mess
Sympathetic kiss
Indecipherable, twisted
Scorched chocolate fist,
Desires attempting futility
A dripping hollow dream
Anathema found you
in the mirror, tears clenched
drowning within its frame
The end, it would seem...
Apparent misery, your duality
Not my reflection! you insist
Somehow perception, distorted
Clouded by a tearful mist
Nothing more can you do
soul completely drenched
Life will never be the same
Love is just a game
Moments after it's quenched
The mind is left askew
Caught up in euphoric bliss
With destiny you courted
True intensions you did miss
Uknown this possability
The mirror reflecting this...
The mirror reflecting this...
Is this love?
poem by Marcus McKinley
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A Painter In You!
who has painted your picture in my thoughts,
without a brush, the paints and the pallet,
not even sketched using a pencil and a knife,
the picture is perfect with the colors mixed,
your smiling is great with a thin line at the edges,
your eyes are wide open, sprinkling the cheerful messages,
every time the happy visuals of you pop out in the mind,
I couldn't have drawn such a beautiful portrait,
of you in my heart, who has done this painting?
You are the one who posed and painted on your own,
you are a great painter who can paint your pictures,
on everyone's heart whom you know, love and respect.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Day
Written by john curulewski
Lead vocals by john curulewski
Woke up in rainy autumn
Morning mist beginning to wane
And the birds of the winged trees
Calling my name
Care less the clouds above me
The wind is gently lifting my hair
Where the rivers of the wind fall light rain
Now stand bare
Listen to the flowing streams
Golden in the shelter of my dreams
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
Walk alone through the garden
The leaves are wet with mornings tear
And the whispering of someone
Is drawing me near
Content to rest awhile
Pondering the motion of time
Over unforgotten memories
Dipped in wine
Listen to the flowing streams
Golden in the shelter of my dreams
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
[extended instrumental solos]
The God of dusk is falling around me
The night air now restless and dank
Yet the fields are specked with flowers
Few and rank
Moon reflecting off the water
Rippling an image to me
Of the way that it is
And the way that its going to be
Listen to the flowing streams
Golden in the shelter of my dreams
Playing a song on the meadow that echoes with love
song performed by by Styx
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Lead "me" to "me
What is this place?
Where have I reached?
I stand infront
The mirror,
As a stranger
Stares back at me.
Do I know her?
Have we met before?
Why do I see in her traces of' me'?
Or is this…
The new ‘me"?
Do I like her?
Brazen she stands…
Her hair wind swept,
Her eyes, wild
No longer windows
To the divinity of her soul.
But her smile has
Traces of "me".
That strange
Devil in "me".
As I shudder in peril,
Where have I reached?
Its miles and miles of mist,
Paths untread,
Lonely beings.
But…
Its this mysterious "me"
Which terrifies my soul.
Did I ever want to be
"her"?
Do I have a choice?
Is it too late to decide,
Revert, run back?
Where did I lose the "me"
I was so proud about?
Pray, give me your magic hand
Do lead "me to"me"…
For without "you" holding "me"
I remain not even "me"
Daddy…
your little 'ai'is all lost
Please lead "me" to "me"….
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Pavements
there are traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
sadly looking at us
pavements are like history on strata and decaying leaves
there are booksful of words on the pavements
on the pavements
there are faces
ı haVE BEEN ACquı Nted with
looking at me lonely and sadly
the pavements look as they have come from above
and constructed there
on the pavements
there are many memories carved
there are lonely traces on the pavements
there are eyes on the pavements
we tread on
ı have acquinted with... faces look at me sadly and lonely
the pavements must have drunk from various waters
from many sourCes and fountains
who guesses who passed and gone on this pavements?
there are traces on the pavements
there are faces on the pavements
looking at me..lonely and sadly
when ı walk
and stroll on them lonely and slowly and slowly
Ali TÜRK KESKİ N Translatı on Metin SAHİ N
poem by Metin Sahin
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