Louise Marie DelSanto

Louise Marie DelSanto Poems

41. Impressions 11/10/2008
42. Sukiyo 1/26/2006
43. White Roses 11/17/2005
44. Silent Parcel Of Angels 1/15/2006
45. The Station Wagon 11/12/2005
46. There Will Be No Basket Of Flowers 11/28/2005
47. Isolation 1/31/2006
48. On Beaches, Narragansett, Rhode Island 11/28/2005
49. And Death Came 11/28/2005
50. She Knew A Good Man When She Saw One 12/14/2005
51. Mabel Momma 12/18/2005
52. Beyond The Revolving Doors/Rhode Island Hospital,1998 1/17/2006
53. And One Other Thing 1/26/2006
54. Mothers Day/Phone Mother 5/10/2006
55. The Greenville Inn 1/26/2006
56. Going Back To Manny's Father's House 1/31/2006
57. Daughter's Grief 11/28/2005
58. A Woman In Baquba 3/9/2006
59. A Taste Of Eternity 12/3/2005
60. My Sister Became A Parakeet 11/11/2005
61. Morning Dream 11/11/2005
62. To Feel Your Pain 11/11/2005
63. Comfort 11/11/2005
64. My African Sister 1/10/2006
65. Two By Two/A Booth By The Window 11/11/2005
66. Seeds 11/11/2005
67. Remembrance Of Fifties 11/10/2005
68. Infatuation Ruins 11/11/2005
69. Black And Blue 11/28/2005
70. Dancing In Las Vegas 11/10/2005
71. He Wept For His Father 1/17/2006
72. The Women Who Steal Married Men 11/28/2005

Comments about Louise Marie DelSanto

  • Bill Smith (1/14/2006 5:24:00 AM)

    I returned to Louise's poems today having not read for a while, I feel when reading that I am in conversation with her and she is there reciting her work just for me......she takes the mundane in every day life and gives it an air of beauty

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Best Poem of Louise Marie DelSanto

The Women Who Steal Married Men

The women who steal married men are all named Diane
or Kathy. They wake up in the night in Baby Dolls,
sexy and steamy beneath acetate sheets,
thinking of hot tubs.

It is always smoky where they work.
Under cashmere sweaters, their nipples
appear erect. They wear tight jeans because
vaginitis doesn't mean anything to them.

On their nails, little hearts.
When they walk, the scent of perfume.
When the wind blows, hair not moving,
hairspray clinging to oversprayed whisps.
Big hair rules sex toys.

It is the night that moves them. ...

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Under A Spring Moon

I fell asleep under a Spring moon
like a princess with golden dreams
in her heart, with soft blankets
and spaces through which fuzzy
bunnies ran and escaped -
a Tapestry coat and a Dapple horse
to ride away into the night

When the morning arrived,

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