Alan Ingranazzio Poems
|1.||To My Schoolfriend||10/21/2013|
|9.||My Father's Epitaph||10/29/2013|
|10.||To My Teacher Of Poetry||11/1/2013|
|11.||Looking In The Mirror||11/22/2013|
|13.||A Dreadful Sinner||11/23/2013|
|14.||What Thought Jesus, Dying On The Cross, Psalm||11/23/2013|
|15.||Cease Of Love||12/4/2013|
|16.||I Am Free||12/12/2013|
You were a part of my dream,
Vivid shadows of past,
You have gone with the first sunbeam,
And your time had passed.
I feel the taste of usual life
In all things, that I do or say,
I do understand a real delight
Perceiving the world in this way.
Lewis was Turkish man in all,
He insisted on whole,
And his movements, even his laugh
Were part of his love.
He played tricks dancing
Instead of using language,
He knew to express love or excuse
For being impolite or offending.