Michael Troy Buffo

Rookie - 27 Points (2/15/66 / Vallejo, California)

Michael Troy Buffo
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Born in Vallejo and residing in American Canyon, California, I began writing poetry when I was 13 years old. Sadly, my first poem (about the genocide of Native Americans) , was lost within months of writing it. When I turned 16, my mother gave me a journal to write my poetry in - I still have it. Some of my poetry, I have put to music and some I have abandoned. Certainly, I have poetry that I deem unpublishable which, perhaps, no one will ever see. My poetry tends to originate under one of three circumstances: Elation, Depression or extreme boredom. Most of my recent writing has not been prose, but rather political and social commentary and letters to editorial columns under the ... more »

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  • Karen A. (3/26/2006 10:47:00 PM)

    How wonderfully you describe something that can't be... described. Love this one!

  • Karen A. (3/26/2006 10:39:00 PM)

    And to think that in the animal kingdom, animals sometimes eat their young but only out of their instinct to survive and not for intentional malice... makes me wish I wasn't more than a tiny butterfly. Very vivid and powerful poem...

  • Karen A. (3/26/2006 10:34:00 PM)

    How eloquently you put this, the bitter-sweet reality of those almost impossible to bear long-distance love affairs. And at the end of all the effort, thoughts and feelings, one can only hope that it's not too much, too little... well, we know how that phrase ends..

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Best Poem of Michael Troy Buffo

A Picture Of Love

If I could possibly paint a picture
Of the love that I have for you,
It would contain the most brilliant colors
And the most gentle, changing hues

It would be of a sunrise
Coming out of the east,
With an intensity unmatched
By man or beast

It would sing of the Bond
That we share, you and I,
With the distant clouds jealous
Of our clear, azure sky

There would be blues, rich and deep
For the sincerest vows we each shall keep
The canvas shows through with virtuous white
For the peaceful way we’ll sleep at night
And it should have the...

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