Lorenzo Costigliolo Poems

How often have your walls, embattlements
Defended dauntless virtue lest it fall
To challenges, temptations, let defense
Against attacks, - hold strong, defeat them all?
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Shall I compare thee to an April's day
when Spring has burst its bonds with thund'rous storms
begun with winds of March, bright blooms in May,
that challenge not thy chaste, thy changing forms?
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Thirty years ago
many choices
opportunities
for Eden
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I see,
in she strides,
the white-clad love of my life
sweet lover not my wife,
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'Time Out! ' called in basketball,
Football (American Style) , and Volleyball
to discuss new strategies, or take a breath
from some exciting play, say the coaches
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You are deaf
but you can hear me
with your lips that tell me just by their touch
what words you cannot hear
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Tonight's the night!
My spine tingles with anticipation
as I sit here awaiting your arrival.
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A visitor,
I sit by night and day
unmoved to pen a loving word
no more the Muse its lightning thrusts
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... or thereabouts,
somewhere above the diaphragm

I ask, “Why do I write? ”
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Hair done up precisely, bouncing timely
musical metronome four/four time
to baton wielded by his check card –
nails hardened, colored, shaped, and sharp
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