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Best Poems From
GIORGIO VENETO
(01-16-1970)
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Deep Blue
A solitude of ghostly spill, a dim dispersion,
forgotten sand in eternity's hourglass,
sailors distinguish this life as an obsession,
warriors so expendable, across surpass.
My obsequies in sea, a trinket of dispersion,
recall me lost in January, found in May,
my dreams convert my demise to affection,
and my epitaph became a crossed dismay.
Thud Thud, sounds in sleep, wind-sail-blasts,
She may be the ultimate mens beguile,
Impertinent of a deity, waves on masts,
With her ambrosian sovereign touch and smile..
Maybe I 'll fly with her above a lonely steppe
my solitude will dream of her, as I 'll hark,
word of a priestess form, Delphic corax step,
expended in Stygian terre oblong, as Hydras bark.
Oh, Mother of all my ailments, effusive in cold air..
You who had bestowed my analogy on earth,
and blue Naiads who solemnly, filled my stare,
deep blue I claimed you, in ocean's cold hearth..
Giorgio Veneto
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Demons
Her anomie demon, closer comes,
militated aphorism, vicious angels,
value her breath, darkened drums,
beat steady, as slow pain unravels.
Bowed 'n' stringed, of sleep chains,
deplorable ghosts, sadden 'n' bad,
torturous dowry, flow in her veins,
together with sweat, run like blood.
Under the blankets waits a demon,
around midnight, madness begins,
His iced arms, wraith of a love-man,
along her spine, out trace her sins;
The wraith bends above her dream
through her body, down her spine,
remorse aggress, aimless to deem,
Apocryphal claim. communion wine.
Vein flow drums inside her temples,
beat steadily, in apocalypse modes,
demonic mob, her vision impurples,
torture continues, astray from Gods.
Damocles sword, blocks her escape,
betrayal and death, with her to elope,
an' she wears a porphyra long cape,
denying freedom from 'er own scope
Chaos enters her enslaved decision
slow to become a supercilious grave,
her vein-flow traces, a prime treason;
before days of creation, 'n' holy nave;
Nameless and faceless, all too clear,
stalk 'er every step from deep inside,
monster fangs' venom, hope to tear,
hoarse voices whisper, and ever lied.
Empty promises, impossible dreams,
tearing off escapes to nocturnal ride,
nightmare askance, carves streams,
in her violent vein flow, Demons hide.
Giorgio Veneto
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Divine Lollapalooza
Thy verses were eloquent, so in my cruiser,
be laced ever gracefully, divine lollapalooza,
a polished furniture don't be, made of wood,
in Sherwood's web of poesy, I am Robin Hood.
Gentleman debonair crossed thy days dismal,
regale vieux Dom Pιrignon in Hermes crystal,
O maid confess if my love made you kvetch,
my lollapalooza was thence, a laughter sketch.
Refreshing conversation, an iced cappuccino,
thy kith hands had shaken for thy loved rhino;
he passionate desired thy fruity lips melange,
ailouros cat should conquer you, with a lunge.
If you decided to be my Cosmos' astronaut,
the mysteries of Universe cause a kerfuffle,
lollapaloozas will fly in verses' space ship,
thy helicopter pilot, will offer you a nip.
Giorgio Veneto
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Doe Not Then Inscribe
Pean echoed on Hills, dithyrambic,
for duels on stone red wet ground are paired,
Art thy sword and panoply metred Iambic?
Verses reflect no loves in souls, poetic,
Doe not then inscribe your sentiments aired,
Pean echoed on Hills, dithyrambic.
We shall attend a time corybantic
the duel unchains enslaved wrath where'd
Art thy sword and panoply metred Iambic?
Pentameter exports par'syllabic,
Capital thy right is, thorny and flared,
Pean echoed on Hills, dithyrambic.
Sponde of tears onward a wind frantic,
Happiness and sadness deceived or spared,
Art thy sword and panoply metred Iambic?
Flags tear in gusts of winter gigantic,
an emblem bronzed toasting my mirth, declared,
Pean echoed on Hills, dithyrambic;
Art thy sword and panoply metred Iambic?
Giorgio Veneto
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