They try in vain To heal the pain Of being so insane. Alas! How well They pretend They are as white As pearls.
They can’t help it But cast spells Have no respect To the death.
Not all of them magicians But so good At prophecies Processions Feasts And fairs- so fair...
Chat up the vampires And other evil spirits Of the dark Poor ones They cannot help it...
They try in vain To heal themsleves Try to cry But burnings arise Play the violin To get some pain To heal- Again, In vain.
Wise they are And not only female! All who are feminine In that way Get into the sack- See? This malefic nature Has no sex...
As we are with sex Let’s state: Such mystery they create In their hands You’ll stand If you ever have the chance So near as weird Such fun... _________________________________________________________________
This is just to say 'sorry' for not visiting my dear blog friends. These days I am really busy with work, so I cannot write new poems, I cannot go and read you. But I cannot stop blogging... Why?
Anyway, today I'd like to post again this poem, which I wrote last September and which I consider one of my faves.
To all those who happen to come by here, today...Thanks for your sympathy and nice weekend!
Their broom sheltered Under their black masks They mystify the weird The enigmas And mutter As if from this world.
Classified into Two main categories: - Those from the deepest hell - The ones with angel face But their eyes always betray Them witches With flowers in hand And a never ending smile
Their favourite snack Spiders And snake meat For brunch.
Jutting their rockets Joined to furtive wolves They dance round bonfires So pleased Evil their chains Such cheer
Saw some come out Of a thick fog Causing hefty pains In commission they came
Misplacing the souls of virtue Their duty, their aim
Their plight obscure As their long hair And they trudge And persevere They mystify the weird And they mutter Pretending They are from this world. ____________________________________________________________
I dedicate this poem to Trisha, who has missed me; to Steve, who has left Blogland and I'll miss so badly :-( and to Calli, who has come back … :-)
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Island of peace And of untold dreams I am just here
How would I leave
With no good byes
How could I?
I saw the light Coming in search of me I saw the light Leaving me behind.
I saw it giving me A second chance I followed the light But its long steps Were of a giant I could not get that far.
It kept seducing me But in the way I met fright So I could not get That far.
Drowned in black waters Lost control While the light shone Up on the blackness Of my tiny throne.
It kept inviting me The sky turned violet The light got brighter Sparkling in my eyes.
So I could see The rainbow The crescendos Adagios, minuendos And the sound of music Helped me get Where my light Now so bright. ___________________________________________________Deviantart Image
The lack of any of yours
Would make this so incomplete.
You are at my side
What a pride.
At your approach
My anger smiles
All human instincts set free
Everything so fine
Exquisite
Unrivalled
So cherished
With my sweetheart
Tonight
At my side
The dream of your distraction
Multiplies
This passion
My need of you
At my side.
Your light
Turns me on
Your sadness
Off and off.
It’s not a game
It’s gratitude
Even if we are not
All that happy.
Oh
At this side
My earlobe
Sucked by
Your supportive
Excitement
Secrets which
Out of this place
Would be so
Out of place
Take me there
To that so allowed
Wished
Sacred
That exact
Perfect
Never ending sentiment
Called love…
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FROM: Me
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TO: You
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SUBJECT: What I cannot say...
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Dear D,
Although we speak on the phone
Almost every day
Although we have lovely dinners together
(Three times a week on average)
Although we make love every time
We meet
Although we look at each other’s eyes and
Talk
So interesting conversations
Discussions about smart aims and goals
Although this and that,
I need to write to you
I need to tell you about it
Press the keys of every single letter of every single word