Pasquale DiMeola Poems

Kneeling in the graveyard
Embracing her tombstone
Face pressing granite hard
My lover hears me moan
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Bear with us as we plunge the dagger
Into all dreams you might have had
With drunken hate all simply stagger
From what was good to what went bad
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Blackberries waiting to be picked
At the end of July
Guard their treasures with a thorn prick
And a black snake nearby
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Safe refuge in a country far
Beyond the guarded border
A vision of a wishing star
Much riches made to order
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With a withered corsage on her wrist
From the bitter mirage on the stand
Melodrama with those who insist
Panorama goes begging a hand
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Situated on a frayed armchair
Staring out of a window
From the high rise tenement
At the exact intersection
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Be the woman I have cherished
Imagined in my dreams
So all dubious thoughts perish
And you are what you seem
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Long after all the petals fall
To grace the earth's soft floor
Who then wil call or even stall
Nearby your garden door
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Voila!
Plucked from my enigmatic dreams
Truely embodied to this world
Immaculate to the sense of perfection
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Some cheese in the trap
For the mouse to feast
Ignoring the snap
Nature of the beast
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