just about great

poets must compose
so that many continue to search
the heart of the creator at that moment
I step into the soul of my subject
to imagine how I'd feel
had I been the one in that situation
none-the less,
each one must have one’s own fibre
to brave the knife
the sword,
the curse
the slicing tongue
how can I ever be all in one
so my feelings are the outcome
of one’s peculiar situation
as at that moment

Neapolitan [language of my maternal side]
FENESTRE
Apra ‘e fenestre
Vuoglio sentí
cantà o mare
vuoglio chiangà cu lluna
a soja malinconia

Apra e fenestre
Lassa vení a nnote
fa trasí e stelle
no core
Lassa fora a morte

STANDARD ITALIAN

FINESTRE
Apra le finestre
voglio sentir’cantare
il mare.
voglio piangere
colla luna
la sua malinconia .

Her captors did not hesitate
To desecrate and mutilate
Her consercrated cavern.

Now it lies,
Rent as the tomb of Christ,
And crying out
With Abel's voice.

The less taken path
Is her open grave,
The dry bush is her wreath.

The marching ants
May pay her homage
With bits of cockroach legs.

The crickets sing a requiem mass,
The spiders weave her shroud,
The blinded earthworms silently
Declare a solemn feast.

you comment on my works
and
I shall yours as I always too
you ring my door bell
as others do....

then neither one of us will be alone
I promise you

but once in a while
when a guys guts ache
and so one is lonely too
and
when the docs at the gate
a pregnant lady is not lonely
isn't it so true?

So friends and friendly ones
when you are lonely and blue
who else can you think of
but a friend that have you
that;'s who,
you now know too..

I wrote your name in caps and bold
on sheets of gold
to simply glow
to tell and show.

You wrote my name on withered sand
with shaky hand
when winds then blew
and left no clue.

So guess in peace you forced my heart-
my dearest part
to face a fate
before its date.

Coward!
You brandish your bloodless sword
in the congregation of the feeble
and you dance naked
in the gathering of the blind.

You chant your victory songs
in the assembly of the deaf
and tell of your virility
in the beds of a thousand crones

War!
Your tail is lost between your legs
and your baritone thaw into murmur
with eloquence in shadowy places.

Oh man!
When shall your testes descend?

An affair is brewing

Breaking up complicated
too much to arrange
solicitors, family, pain

I just need something
our sitting room (internet cáfe)
is stifling, smothering
communication, zilch
vacant stares
minds elsewhere

Don't know what to do
but attention I need
before, incomprehensible
now, understandable

An affair is brewing

Jazzy blue,
movie blue,
Bluish hue,
who is blue
boogaloo
Toodle oo
Seems like dew
Had it too
Bolt from blue
Cried boo hoo
Dozy do
Liked it whooooo
Lastly blue
Stuck like glue
To u

He touched me
As none before -
past
roughshod whispers
to a visceral core
gossamer touch,
feather-like gored
had me always yearning, hoping,
begging -
for more.
 
 

The trees make music to be read beside the road,
the telegraph lines hang there in front as frets,
their inner music secretly it rings,
while flying birds add melodies at random with the planes 
that leave the rests where muffled clouds fill in;
the wind, aeolian harps plucks at bushes 
in percussion with the stream,
the great tits herald spring,
while frost adds notes of feathered feelings, sharp,
the blows from falling snows their drum-like thuds,
the chatter of the humans in between,
allegro in a foreign tongue,