Ode of Abigail

Ode of Abigail

Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you,
to render your nocturnal forms; hex play,
Ode of Abigail on waves sprinkled quay;

Was she a mizzle wraith form, blue bayou,
Drenched form waiting persistent to sway;
Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you;

Pelting on fields upwards to skies, eschew,
smiling dream; form made of soul and clay,
Ode of Abigail on waves sprinkled quay;

Out on the faraway to hold, April's dew
Referred to aboves, winter clouds of gray,
Drops of twinkle rain were expecting you;

Blissful to far, a stare she was, sea view,
redeeming icon and lift, Heaven's display;

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poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Half sleeping birds

I should be driving over roads' margins;
arcane path in dim light; I rode in glory,
the flying sea gulls cared for my story,
and a peculiar writers' group to burgeon.

Inside me was a bellow, earth trembling,
was it a roar or many? In a stormy sea,
(half sleeping birds stood on a marquee) ,
both ships and humans were dissembling!

In the horizon the ships floated bitter,
onto their trip of sempiternal sorrows,
as I reached the moors in half shadows,
the three fates were my life's knitters.

It echoed reminding of my days of past,
it was the roar inside me like a thunder
my inner entity won't be torn asunder,
while the ships' travel to infinity lasts.

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Metzeler Handle

Tonight my thought returns to you;
transforming torque to motion;
a rider has another option,
to wait for new horizon's blue.

Upon slope's dark I shall vision,
the solitude of my lone hope,
the bike ascends on bold iced slope,
a scope of mind becomes incision.

Thus smiles of noons and dithered light,
confronting dark turn to my ail,
but joy is my speeding on trail,
where my apparitions hold tight.

Our story spreads, misty in air,
and is in front of stardom haze,
the rain reflests on a cold phase,
Suzuki steel block hollers blare.

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Laughing Moon

An Ocean route causes my nocturnal sorrow;
remorse and falsities keep me awake;
odd years and forgotten songs I borrow,
with demons transferring my mistakes.

They are my lost pals! From Oceanic depths,
they jump and dance dressed as buffoons,
and each one keeps a violin or trumpet,
as they play around me, their looney tunes.

Quite a group! A theater in a dusk folklore
drunken musicians, organs distuned
are smiling with swollen faces to yore
in front of a half-hidden laughing moon.

Quite a feast this is! Hoarse sound of hymns,
amidst horns, vociferous trombones and lyres;
my joker pals in air jump! and sing;
I inherit their foolish laughs and tears.

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I heard thy verses

I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine,
text lines thank thine Italian fettuccini,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.

Thy bare feet on grapes dance for wine,
Bound to thee my greed for baked panini,
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.

Thy radish desire - in veins is flow malign,
dance fayre amid spud and fresh zucchini,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.

Thy casseroles enjoy thee, as I be on line,
dare to kisse thy big toe- al dente linguini,
I heard thy verses amidst thine aubergine.

Oh, fayre maiden thy kisse doe not decline,
Thy coles 'n' lettuce I love, wear a beanie,
tho' slightly thy melon guiled my arccosine.

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Countess Bathory II

Countess ablution in moral depredation,
dark-transferred life to Demons' portal,
Unholy Communion in deep Damnation,
an overbearing, uppish stance, immortal.

Countess ablution under oozing crimson,
a sinner that lives' stream will abnegate,
her corybantic thirst into logic's poison,
her victims expend slowly as blood abates.

Cosset in paths of darkened needs to lay
in hundreds of promises - her erotic mist,
a widow of relentless touch, aptly betrays,
male and female corteges, once kissed.

Obstinate is her rudeness and contempt,
upon mere mortals; A dark angel to drift
amidst frenzied passion, were Hell's debt
will be paid in advance, delactation shrift.

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Virtues inscribe my feast

Rains embrace adjoining, in sepia stills,
sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
virtues inscribe my feast, and blue quills.
nights enslave our modes, beyond bars.

Sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
Winds whistle in pine trees, of longness,
nights enslave our modes, behind bars,
a cold gust enters my window openness.

Winds whistle in pine trees, of longness,
cloudy call, ominous, transports my rave,
a cold wind enters, my window openness.
with lost lives escaping to celestial naves.

Cloudy call, ominous, transports my rave,
my house lays in fog, amid vast pastures,
with lost lives escaping to celestial naves,
misty entreaty of air formed structures.

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I Heard You Spelling My Name

I oddly heard you spelling my name
I answered in the winter winds
the winds blamed my voice still -
your words, a gray cumulus became.

A thunder roar, a storm advent
a message to the gods, dim, latent
my souls depict a thunder's wrath
as I expiate in rain drops thrust.

Not an allusion of a Zeus lightning
all there is real, a force blinding
Athermanous, wet flesh enthralled
and rain-scattered feelings exposed.

I love those drops that kiss my face,
in my esteem, a diamonds edge to trace,
accepts the kindness of this storm,
and this adoration becomes a thorn.

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Chirp As A Quail - On My Trail

If my good ol' Plymouth Barracuda ain't here,
probably I 'm driving and drinking beer
I am picking a song in that Juke Box
just because my gas deposit suffers loss.

I may be dancing in this cloudy dimension
but my mind already is absent in suspension
who took my Barracuda rims? My esteems
are kinda lost, so I resign from Los Alamos.

I am dancing my demure dance, or blindly
I see no gals. To accompany my lore tally
or even more, to dance, I 'll invite my horse
we 'll entangle in this, maybe an Albatross?

Anyway I dance like never, and I hop-jump
in this liquor bar. Till coming mornings sun up
I 'll be jingling my boots and shiny spurs
dancing on your wooden Mahogany stairs.

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On waves pelagic

Staring at the Halcyon - a bluish glare
a smiling statue, of bronze, enigmatic
it was the sun to set, an ironic flare
and two abolished solitudes, aquatic.

And you, a faith in my thoughts, a loss,
to instill a new, again lone, impression,
to travel in distinguished paths, a cross,
a sacrifice to support a hung ascension..

Out my window you stand in morning light,
opulent lace of 19th century's palimpset,
your words are heard on lone path albite,
an offing amid my eyes and you, who left..

Left for an Abyss, that lone souls, seek,
so, it was your stare petrified in void,
my lone feelings to become a foggy pique,
fly with eagles, heavenly aptly deployed..

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