through the long lens we often will bask
into the trash...,
a gift to renew;
in borrowed basement pews
insde we often will ponder
out on the streets
where people meet
she had a hunger for a touch
hero's beckoning plow
each new day wth a beckoning smile
to know all the great...
capture a unique smile
to wallow in the serenity
there I sat again with tender flame
eyes of passion on the never wheel
forgotten promises from...
Paris est grandiose
Je vois Paris en une fleur d'avril
d'un jardin bien soigne
Dans sa couleur rosee je le vois
En la saveur du vin
simple times flow through simple measures,
ever so often we come across a text that is penned so exquisite
Here is just namely a few :
hearts to unfold,
the liquid courage is in the past
give you something to grasp
dat rit tit tit tat
he comes to us from a far off pier...
today I stand alone in the pinnacle of Rome
looking for my bed and rest my actual home
in days of waste give trace to fade away
5/14/18 ( Mario William Vitale Latest Poetry Pieces )
on 5/14/18 I wrote on the topic of the heart and willing to share my poetry to the masses,...
you could burn me at the stake
use me as a dish rag
so I write on the topic of pee
my critics disagree with me
I'm still holding my own...
from the time you were born to the present God was watching you
each new day brings about different circumstances in this life
an old man peed in the corner
cops in cars local bars
woman walking the beat
street swindlers with dancing feet
stand still to repeat;
trials will come then will pass but at a first glance we can choose to breath
Each of us has been given talent from above just have to put it to...
in the silence of my thoughts
pitter patter of soft sandal feet
a candle lit in the corner of my room
carry me through the barren leaves in braids of trees life is a known mystery
locked horns with the mere notion of joy as a bat with girl meets...
in the 8th year of King Tony's reign in Italy there was a summons for his fleet
villagers inquired to be seperate among the lively customs of the...
A Full View
through a sunlit day let out ruminating chords left asunder
my soul permeates the taste of a hint of laughter
shattered among the...
outside on the patio
sat an old cat
timid creature with a vibrant imagination
dusted off an old book
studied until the late hours of the night...
All for one
tre three penny das ta do
juniper juniper the opened mass
turn over your yarn
to the tormentors
stir the pot
breach of peace
inside we hide behind the guise of false hidden compromise
through loose loop holes leaving behind bullet holes
there's a hero in...
By the changing weather
And it doesn't matter if I'm ready
Or if Betty my love is still far away
Or that my fishing pole isn't repaired
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