Michael Ardizzone

Michael Ardizzone Poems

1.

The heavens may forget
that lovers sit on idle haunches
waiting for the stars to fall
for lust to make manifest.
...

A faith so strong shall fall before the end
to gods: the men who shatter wills on truth
and fruitless will their search come to an end
for truth will conquer strength and hope with proof.
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The strength I draw from you I make my own
to fight for you so happy you can be
and of this strength I hope it's eas'ly shown
through strength for you my love enhanced be.
...

4.

All of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
I'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
and dedicate myself to a strand of your hair.
...

It's a way to live:
(in this space between the stars)
all the falling happens
with opened arms.
...

I.
Poetry is taking a blind man
and trying to describe the rainbow to him
using no adjectives.
...

The ability to torture the reader,
Like other writers torture me,
Is a comfort.
...

There once was a man
who thought it was better to love
than to live at all.
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Wakened by the turbulence of thought
and fed by hopes more insolent than lies,
this log we need, too soon shall start to rot
when on it stands the one who holds the skies
...

I have a creeping suspicion
that life is a collection of no
in a container of yes.
...

I sat down under a tree
Where above me stood a man
His neck, to the side
As if asking some deep question
...

I've considered the night
as the moon's influence grew
over the sky.
...

Confused by your deadly art
my friends and foes have come and gone
and still you deftly pick apart
the secrets I have left alone.
...

My lady, I would kill the stars for you
and drain the sky into a paper cup.
I'd cut my heart, my soul, straight into two
if chance should give me knives with which to cut.
...

15.

Greeting the red dawn
she weaves a headdress of fire-
each flame is a weakness,
a flaw in the glass
...

To dream a dream-
a deep day dream-
living through my day dreams:
I'm forever seeming, falling, sleeping,
...

I choose a path
where vast hills roll with my thoughts.

Some call this path I take 'straight.'
...

) the ending;
Here we look at a lonely songbird
-it sings, solitary voice
weaving through leaves:
...

I once dared to ask a clock a question but
it didn't answer like the Kennedies with money and
rumbling rockets for lonely moons or handshakes
for Soviets standing cold and fur-clad as they wait
...

20.

God has built his house of silence,
correspondent with the skies.
Gravely mortal, his creations
crave the fruit which He denies.
...

Michael Ardizzone Biography

I was born not too long ago in a suburban hospital in New Jersey. I grew up in my hometown-lived there throughout my formative years with a good family in a two story house. I go to college currently in Poughkeepsie, NY at Marist College, studying Computer Science (my major) and Writing (my minor) . Currently I'm in a program that will allow me to graduate after five years of schooling with both a BS and MS in Software Development. My eyes have been a trouble since I was very young and though I wear glasses now, I can never hope to see the world how it should be seen. As such, I've developed a different way of looking at things. Everything is rich with metaphor and significance to me-sometimes it is overwhelming. This is my inspiration to write. My skill in writing was slow to develop. I didn't grow into anything close to a writer until I was 16 and discovered that I enjoyed writing poetry. The past five years have been speckled with spurts of poetic productivity. I read poetry every day from both amateur and professional authors. I try to study and hone my art as much as I can while I work and go to school. I'm still not a quick reader, though I greatly enjoy reading novels, it takes me a month to get through one. I enjoy being immersed in another world and drawing the emotions from the characters into myself, feeding on them. These emotions inspire much of my work. Likewise, I need all the emotion I can get-I tend to be a loner. My friends are few and close, but none seem to appreciate poetry as much as I do, so I've come on the internet seeking like-minded individuals.)

The Best Poem Of Michael Ardizzone

Lust

The heavens may forget
that lovers sit on idle haunches
waiting for the stars to fall
for lust to make manifest.

The lovers may forget
that heaven, unlike earth,
gives not strength to fools
who would lust make manifest.

The fortunes of fools
my rest on her breast
the fate of nations
may lay in his hands

but lust, oh lust,
to it, who would entrust
the power to turn a man
from steel to dust.

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