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Best Poems From
GIORGIO VENETO
(01-16-1970)
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Two Fossil Flow'rs
Hast thou been enamored before Zeus?
were thee an aunt of grandma Medusa?
Was thy amor' beyond the ocean, thus?
A strong worker with his hydraulic press,
thy ancient chastity became his musa,
Hast thou been enamored before Zeus?
Were thee submitted to his solid bless?
before time thou appeared as Arethusa;
Was thy amor' beyond the ocean, thus?
Neanderthals were apt to just depress;
when thy wish was to abide in Syracusa;
Hast thou been enamored before Zeus?
Thy flock of boars value was to assess;
were thee in love with a robust bab'rusa
Was thy amor' beyond the ocean, thus?
Two fossil flow'rs decided to coalesce;
and thee reigned on glorious Lamp'dusa
Hast thou been enamored before Zeus?
Was thy amor' beyond the ocean, thus?
Giorgio Veneto
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Virtues inscribe my feast
Rains embrace adjoining, in sepia stills,
sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
virtues inscribe my feast, and blue quills.
nights enslave our modes, beyond bars.
Sea waves plea on fog moors, and stars,
Winds whistle in pine trees, of longness,
nights enslave our modes, behind bars,
a cold gust enters my window openness.
Winds whistle in pine trees, of longness,
cloudy call, ominous, transports my rave,
a cold wind enters, my window openness.
with lost lives escaping to celestial naves.
Cloudy call, ominous, transports my rave,
my house lays in fog, amid vast pastures,
with lost lives escaping to celestial naves,
misty entreaty of air formed structures.
My house lays in fog, amid vast pastures,
rains embrace adjoining, in sepia stills,
misty entreaty of air formed structures,
virtues inscribe my feast, and blue quills.
Giorgio Veneto
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Wild Turkey
O smiling midnight of the loons
behind each corner lurks the wolf,
he hides in vines, and ripened prunes,
Shall fool him may, what an impugn,
to salivate, drool and convulse?
A wolf, a wolf in dark dissolves,
I 'll wait for him in the saloon,
Wild Turkey drink, his laugh is hoarse.
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The night deludes the innocent,
I 'll wait for you close to your prowl,
exasperate and then amend,
through this confusing complement,
protruding fangs have fresh wildfowl,
as precognized the calling owl,
I 'll send sage and cinnamon scent,
and fearless I 'll out-howl your growl.
Giorgio Veneto
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Wraith you were
Wraith you were in dreams, I felt you;
you had a blue ribbon to twine,
my spirit's ocean drops and truth,
the stars ironically to shine;
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I beckon; winds wave in worlds lost;
my glance on known trails to home field,
a chorus of Angels foremost,
singing an ode of my soul's grief.
My Siren spoke; from far beyond,
the heights of glassy domes and stars,
lone wishing spells above a pond,
a fantasy worshiper, behind bars.
Sea spread vastness, memories voiced,
- and countless depths, I sail only
on Stygian sea links, air moist
- in dark my Siren's lonely;
from faraway she cares softly,
to touch my lips, singing a note,
an ode of death to my ghostly,
of Acheronian ship and float.
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Our steadfast sails to lines of gray,
the years we passed forever shine,
amid the winds her voice betrays
my Siren's song and ends my twine.
Giorgio Veneto
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