And This Rain
You were so simple, on your old balcony,
adorned by white roses, yet down looking,
west's flame encircled in lyrics' euphony,
sea Nymphs' surround was a benign setting.
Your words will glow in my distant trip's links
maybe your reason to escape was false,
and an affection was left in the winds
among your crossed ethereal hands and pulse.
Our time was still, with eyes to gleam, conceived,
and was our company, phase to reckon,
maybe atonement was, a cause bereaved,
and our glances in mists remote beckon.
Caress of sun steppe flower on my face,
will alter a dull course to steady 'ffuse,
our bilged steadfast is in brines to encase,
a summer song of longing to bemuse.
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Charades
It was my impression, hours were bending
infinite years of waiting and mind stalling,
a ship of our escaping, deft sailors calling,
time was becoming hard and never ending.
Upon the ship were only shadows of souls,
and as the dusk slow, subscribed to night,
it was three of us in tulips of smoked light,
and seven sailor ghosts in charades sprawls.
They danced and danced the nights after,
mimicking umpteen concepts, as each word,
was one more riddle upon our mind board,
- ghosts jumped with their crazy laughter.
and we danced with them, under the rain;
foolish marionettes of a black ship hustle;
rotated, around a conceived infinite axle;
the dark ship wanted us to wind and feign.
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Catene of Gold
Your bliss, night's vigil, memory's candles
stills sacred to be surmised and served,
your caress of foam, to lift a time mantle,
descended in my world, a dancer's curve.
Petrified was our pain, inscribed on tomb,
raindrops in air, and an iris rain bow..
You wore a catene to remember this world,
traced my lips, and for once, my waxy glow.
Your glance of an Ocean, an exploration,
invited me, soft vapor of sleep numb,
after a finishing, sagging of secret libation,
A moment of love, a granule of sand..
Suspended in air, romantic grace, to honor
a feast of our Sunday, abides in snow,
winds will beckon, my Crimson color,
my answers in silence, will verify and vow.
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The Ship II
It appeared bad and darkened - it was dusk;
from horizons that cut us like a knife,
hurtful were the years from this hectic life,
the island rules of prowess had to ask.
The ship's black smoke from two tall funnels,
raised like a sacrifice's odd bestowing,
as the gods above offered a wind's bellowing,
to disperse smog in the straights' canals.
In front of us, the ship floated in silken fog,
approaching magnificent the mooring,
growing in size, its huge displacement emboguing,
in our conceptual world of maritime log.
The night reached me when the ship's gaze,
turned curious to measure my presence;
so stared at my years of ocean competence,
proposing silent for an eternal marriage.
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Neoptolemos
I will not be able to choose, my options extorted,
it was an entity my solitude to alter or to wean,
and it was a solitude inspiring her, one assorted,
all losses were upon my path, like Hydras, mean..
A seed from a pomegranate, a bond of valence,
to absorb her in the Under Dome a wed of Hades..
Demeter to sow in grief, a salty drops surveillance,
her throes for a daughter taken, by Sirene maids.
Nyx followed a deathly horse, Plutons ghostly canter,
and Persephone astounding, the best wane of dark,
bouquet of bluish roses, her noble smile to banter,
a mortal Adonis, his half life of death, her solemn mark..
Drum Drum, the horses hoofs, persist to elongate
our distances.. A lost perception of my souls' domain
to be with her and alertly, invade of Plutons gates
to Hades; where Cerberus seeks of my life's drains..
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Cherokee
White solemn smoke from distant hearths rising,
Cherokee spirit of his ancestors in a white vastness,
a spotted appaloosa, chestnut-white, vapor-snorting
the snow is abundant, and the game scarce or less.
All platitudes by wise-tribes-men appear visceral,
but within he feels it.. Icy plains with an outrageous,
erasing of buffalo tracks, strange to signs conferral,
oppose of his elders sacrifices and Great Spirit's vows.
Each tree in this forest, contains an ancestor's
killed warrior's soul, inside to abide; And the souls
gathered amid, constitute a great entity to endorse,
make a continuum to accept his tribe's prayer-calls.
A brave, Long Warrior of Tanasi, a vigil for his kin,
Impertinent oracles, about altered times advent,
and a demise of a numinous endorsement to win,
mal-spirits in a cadavers dance, a warrior's abetment.
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Swept Idea
Beatitude whelmed is visiting my esteem,
to coincide with my remorse, and dream,
and there, as my unguarded pride rings,
another solitude to invent on lost sea links.
A shudder from the northern blow travels,
an antidote to my soul's solitude unravels
kills silent worlds where my failures hide
pushes my suspicion of a dim hope aside.
On dark roads my enthalpy is a dull emitter,
a fly in skies of a sole try, my altimeter,
your memory recounts, my fervor of cauma,
a knock on my tearing wound and trauma..
And still.. Today's dream is one more code,
that laughs as only one visitor will approach,
a wind carries last year in his cold embrace
my one attempt will wipe off, a sand trace.
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Burattino senza fili
Puppet without strings
Behind scene's linen cloth, wake of lonely mind,
your eye lids - a clothe plain, a drag by threads,
you hang, awkward dance at a buffoon's command,
Mondays of a life unsolved, to Sunday's dim end.
(Shut eye lids and time still, you live together,
you saw her in a chapel of wood, you on her side,
church bells rung and lemon blooms, on combed hair,
an oath taken to live with it, and dance in mind..)
Like in a shadow theater, forgot your role soon,
a clumpy figure under lids, you loved too much,
a figure surd is jumping up, upon a weave of loom,
to awake in aura lost, of puppet smiles and touch.
And jump-u-up, hop-hop, your-legs spasmodically,
the two of you behind lids, a cardboard foolish fair,
a shadow live theater, to jump hop-dance of tally,
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Elayne danced
Elayne danced holding a long rope,
in an iniquity of dampish air spread,
rain poured on a dark, circus dead,
and my mind's choice empty scope.
In air danced, eye glanced, enfolded,
on acrobatic spiel heavenly perfect,
fans applauds paradiddled to direct,
a circus rein-perfect act accorded.
Years after no one tended to care;
the wind drummed ropes on a mast,
it passed amidst rags, cold and fast,
an odd intention, just to lift my stare;
There she posed; my friend Elayne
danced; ropes thrummed the mast,
hanging in void, in unworldly trust;
my soul cared for her wraith in strain.
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Les-Durham smoke
Twas like a transferred odd bargain;
the harbor waited - wraith's silence,
Hope lived in souls - utopian thence,
a notion spelled thrice - and again.
Had sent the mail - my filed advice,
upon moors stood, mist-blurred double-dyed,
the ghosts of sodding souls who died,
dark traveler asked for bride price.
In air he thumped, rhythmic like waves;
and cruel did ask for his death toll;
in town the women wore black stoles,
the 'lost in sea' dwell in void graves;
As Charon hummed, our ship entered,
in this harbor where life's borders,
in verse 'bout cold of rhymed folders;
wake-waters trail was off-centered.
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