Donna Ialongo


Donna Ialongo Poems

1. Slippery Tongues 6/14/2006
2. A Woman Sunken In Stars 6/14/2006
3. Ash Wednesday 6/14/2006
4. The Beckoner* 6/14/2006
5. My Puddle* 6/14/2006
6. Minerva* 6/14/2006
7. I Have Found It* 6/14/2006
8. For Patricia* 6/13/2006
9. A Silly White Hole In The Sky 6/14/2006
10. The Decision Of My Battle 6/14/2006
11. Squealing Snow* 6/14/2006
12. Selfish Hearts* 6/14/2006
13. Definition 6/15/2006
14. The Medium For Exchange 6/15/2006
15. Before The Elysian Fields* 6/15/2006
16. Christmas Prayer 6/15/2006
17. New Year* 6/15/2006
18. Valentine 6/15/2006
19. First Jeffrey Express* 6/15/2006
20. Premature Requiem For A Philosopher, B.A.* 6/16/2006
21. For 48 Hours 6/16/2006
22. My Clown 6/16/2006
23. To Write Of Love 6/16/2006
24. Idealism Revisited 6/16/2006
25. What The World Needs Now* 6/16/2006
26. Three 6/16/2006
27. My Thudding Eyelash 6/14/2006
28. Apple-Tree New* 6/14/2006
29. In Every Core There Is A Rock* 6/14/2006
30. My Room 6/14/2006
31. I Stretched 6/14/2006
32. For My Little Sister 6/14/2006
33. On Claudel's 'L'Announce Faite A Marie' 6/14/2006
34. Childhood Wakes 6/15/2006
35. Song Of The University 6/15/2006
36. I Wait* 6/15/2006
37. The Island In Jackson Park* 6/15/2006
38. Common Market 6/15/2006
39. We'Ve Spent Our Nights 6/15/2006
40. The Embryo 6/15/2006
Best Poem of Donna Ialongo

On The 100th Anniversary Of The Death Of Abraham Lincoln*

a man, complex in his simplicity has gone
unnoticed. his eyes touhed us like
a feather burnt too soon by the ice
of hate. his mouth too often breathed
words not known or too soon for our
closed ears. his work has been the
labor in tears of one-hundred years.
his love has been inhaled by the prisoned
free and exhaled thru their endless
walk to truth. his humbled hands once
held a world swiftly kissed by his
blushing mouth. his heart once
beat to the thumping rhythm of war
and now it beats in sorrowing peace
with mine. today no one remembered, ...

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Love Is A Nonsense Poem*

love is a nonsense poem
wreathed in black and
purple, sitting on a
gilded lily, making
faces at a star

love is a sour note
painted in yellow polka
dots, making eyes at

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