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Joseph Berolo R. Published in www.poetry.com - 2002 Selected Poems
A Year Ago
Tender is the light and bright still / the flame of our faith ignited upon the Towers /gone in yersterday's sudden thrust of fiery death./ Land of souls /with hope and dreams/ still alive upon the tombs, /New York remembers pain unknown / before a year ago in September./ The world we walk/ embracing ways of hope, /prepared for war, /defend the land / and seek the shadows of the unknown./ Alert we pray and swear never to forget.
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Of all Thanksgiving Days
Today, of all Thanksgiving days, our land remains in pain and fear, ashes burning still and fire ablaze,/ where gardens flourished, only tears/ and a veil of sadness on the face. / Cry no more, my land of peace/ and joy!-- Pilgrims of today,/ we sail again the ship of faith,/ lasting peace not too far away./ Thanks, my Lord and Lord/ of all who live and die,/ of those still unborn,/ and of our souls in pray!/ Thanks for giving us this day,/ of all the days of thanks,/ to fly away into its glorious dawn, / for Peace and Love have won / the battle for us all across the world.
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...and God Created Mom Of all millenniums past/ of every year, month and day, / from creations dawn, / from all the journeys of mankind to this morning of your reign, always you. Mom. / For without you, what other reason / to live another day, strength to wake / and walk to war and pain? / Without you, Mom, all deeds / are in vain. Here on earth, in blossom and ambrosia / upon your human garden, and beyond, in heavens gained by glorious labor / You, Mom, inhabit the frontiers / of never ending dreams / for it is your light / upon the altar of our prayers/ your homage to the Gods, in vigil guarding our days. May 2002 Grandaughter You have become the star Emily Di, of our heaven, the sweetest bundle of joy ever to appear to make our lives the purest./ May your lovely eyes shine upon your Mom's life and your Dad's path to make their world a happier one./ You deserve peace and comfort, a firm mind and tender soul, an strong arm to hang on, a vivid brain to explore the world./ We need you, little treasure and yet, the greatest treasure more than you need us, for sure, 'cause you are Life and Hope/ and we need you to love your love./ |
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Where are you, Love, today? |
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Where in burst or sighs upon the wind/ your pointed arrow seeking love / in earnest fly traverse the sky? Where does my passion fly, where my sensuous dream of younger days?/ Heed my call ¡Oh Love! / to the feast of flowers,/ subtle, shrewd, winged elf, / of ardor reason,/ to the blessing wedding / of my rapt in heaven./ Voi che sapete, che cosa e amor? / inquire the Cherubino in me;/ You, the sweetest thing of all things sweet,/ scoffers mean define/ "state of perceptual anesthesia" / "light we all see and know not / what to do with it"/ Where are you, Love, today?/ All I know of so much join and pain is Thou!/ All I know is of Thou always with me!/ |
JUST A FLING -- Retirement was a fling,/ a passing thought, a dawn/ of weakened bones and flesh / awake, alone in bed of pain, / devoid of love and grace./ The sun didn't shine that day/ and a cloud overhead, a veil/ upon my soul resigned to sail./ So many dreams to live, / so many hopes to be./ But it was all a fling / of mind polluted with despair./ It was the end of winter, / spring was yet to come./ And love arrived in lusty eyes/ upon my eyes, a kiss upon my lips, / your hand stretched,/ your telling me of love, / ignited life again/ and summer was the king of day./