Pasquale DiMeola Poems

Most poems unveil the hidden thoughts from night
As they forsake the benefit of voice from sound
When the poet has the grace to recite
An atomic bomb of reason can be profound.
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Enter all my ardent live ones
Push back the shoji screen
Bless the land of the rising sun
The grasshoppers glow so green
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In the spirit of being humbled
As one unable to douse the flame
Reaching for those who somehow tumbled
From heights they know not where they came
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I go
Kicking off all shackles of oppression
Impenetrable ability to overcome anyone
Abrasive flagstaff weathering the winds
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President Obama bowled bad
Like a Special Ed kid
Many laughs had Tracy Morgan had
Puns on retarded kids
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Bare on yourself a sneer or two
From those who would dismiss
Having ignored you for a fool
In love with their own bliss
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From the center in the palm of our hands
We bestow you with this unyielding flame
Knowing wherever humanity stands
There is a warmth inside us none can name
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You never have won
You cannot win
You will never win
Humans aren't subject to corralling
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Maybe it was her ruby lips
Staring at walls with glowing eyes
Caught off guard in a full surprise
Through a long straw we watched her sip
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A category all your own
Such rarity to make one moan
The likes of which to seldom see
Against the pull of gravity
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