Pasquale DiMeola Poems

Under a runaway moon
Inside a quilted cacoon
Wrapped together in our birthday suits
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A gentle craft molded in patience
With each tug of the smooth leather
Exchanging the pliers, the pinchers,
The small hammer, the awl and other tools
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Nothing less than a femme fatale
Flashing an eyelid with a wink
Purring silky a siren call
Causing men to nervously blink
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Before the catatonic stare
Muddling through repetitives
When we were a colorful pair
Without the daily sedatives
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FULFILMENT awaiting

No sudden loss due to candour
Strain the silhouette in the park
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Robin O'Malley
Your quite shilly-shally
Barmaid of the valley
Of all who can rule
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She was an egg
And the yolk
That ran
Through the man
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This face a child reaches for
Invisible to thee
Hears howls that shock one to the core
Falters so painfully
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Love humbled out of a depth
From the Sinai to the stars
Somewhere Gabriel had wept
Sacred tears from time of wars
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Time ticks forward lingering slow
When one is always watching it
As silent as a steamer flow
Underneath a dashing comet
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