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Best Poems From
GIORGIO VENETO
(01-16-1970)
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Handful of Fools
A team of fools is a quantum negligent;
You strive through labors to comprehend,
an ascension to celestial domes is lone;
and that solitude defines a crag throne.
Oppositions appear weak, when unjust,
forces of nature you should wisely trust,
to offer a faithful companionship of care,
open your hands to sky and embrace fair.
People ignore that freedom is above any
prime needs; a person may think of many;
but if some fools, Caligula want to reign,
subsequently their life will be to disdain.
Europe or America expect you to count,
a value is absolute, discipline 's abound;
there is no room for someones fantasies,
or of abandoned brains' needs to please.
Random teams of fools scatter in thin air,
another handful of idiots for them care,
because cabbages grow great on manure,
as artless efforts from silliness procure.
Nobody bestows an eff to useless kinds
no one invests his future on fools' minds;
some despaired Medusas cackle in dark;
psora-half-crazed dogs toothlessly bark.
Giorgio Veneto
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Happiness is a pair of away stars
Happiness is a pair of away stars -
for those who stare behind bars.
When I decided to fly away free -
I was a shadow of a cypress tree.
Retention of nothingness, to edge
my honor lonely, a pointy wedge,
red spilled wine, in dark accord,
poem white - chalk on black board.
And there memories, now abstruse,
on aimless wander, one to peruse,
when thoughts became, a void loss,
dusk crossed lines, life to emboss.
My lovely melodies of a nightingale
modes diatonic, propose and fail,
a smile of marble, thinking benign,
extension of solitude, aimless sign.
Happiness is a pair of away stars
for those who stare behind bars;
When I decided to fly away free -
I was a shadow of a cypress tree.
Giorgio Veneto
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Hioni (Greek poem)
?????
????? ?a? ???? e??µ?? ?a µa? t????e?
Se ??????? t?? ap????s??, st? ß???t? t?? a??µ??
???esa? µ?s' st?? ??eµ? ?a? ?a?asµ??e?
? f??? µ?? ?a? t' a?a????? sf????µa t?a????.
????? p?? p?fte? sa s??p? ?a? µa? t????e?
?????a se ????e? t? ta??d? µ?? st? ?????
?? e?e??e?a st?? ??eµ? ? f??? µ?? ?a?asµ??e?
µe t? f??? s?? - ?? ? pa?µ?? µ?? a?apt?sseta? st? d??µ?.
St? d??µ? p?? ?a????t??e? ??a ?a ????se??
?a???? ?????µ????, p?a?????e? p???
??a ?a µ???se?? st? ???, fte?? ?' a????e??
?a µ' a??a???se?? st' ??e??? ?a? st? s??p?.
????? p?? p?fte? ?? e?µ??e?e? t? µ??f? s??,
?a a?a??a??e? µ?s' st?? ??eµ?, st?? e??µ??,
?a st??ß????eta?, ?a µe ??at? µa?? s??
?? a? fe??e?? µ?s' st?? ??eµ? pa?t?t???.
Giorgio Veneto
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Hmm.. G!
In darkness you wondered, where he could be?
You must be careful because he awaits,
and from gloomful nights sinister G lurks,
(should we blame thy drunk Glens and Cutty Sarks?)
You silly chump. 'Tis easy isn't it?
G's the Count Dracula and vile tidbit;
inside fools' minds dumb imagination,
he manages his own cerebration.
Stop drinking (if you do) it's bad for you,
not that you will become a drunk boo hoo,
but cause dark G transforms to a bad bat,
and if you drink again, he'll kick your butt.
I know that you are terrified and scared,
G hides in every pizza box squared,
and if you dare to feel nice and groovy,
he'll jump out like a ghost from a movie.
It's true! Admit it! You're trembling in fear!
But if you pray for G to disappear,
he'll start to dance and jump everywheres,
jingling his boots on your marble white stairs.
Ha ha! Hill Billy, you! Outside your house,
from evil darkness you'll hear irked meows;
the stupefied, G's cats will jump ahead,
inside your car and on your empty head.
Start painting your house pistachio green,
cause if you hesitate just for one min,
He'll haunt the lines of your poetic roles,
and bats will eat your order of spring rolls.
Giorgio Veneto
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