Pasquale DiMeola Poems

Good men come forward now
A world in need...Indeed
Uphold your sacred vow
We long for you to lead
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First the perspiration on the forehead
Then a tense outburst of inner emotions
Followed by a profusion of mingled words
Struggling against themselves to frame thought
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Before the wind has blown the breath
Of simple words away
While in the future lays a wreath
From which a friend has laid
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At the instant when the heart
Jettisons out of the mouth
Misery will play its part
To instill an awful doubt
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One envisions a swirl of mayhem
With an oceanic perpetuity splashing
Against the involuted classes marching
Stoically providential as in the masterpiece
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Through the market by the square
You can find him most anywhere
The spread and the rustic guide your nose
So popular...everyone goes
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Bending over backward until my spine cracked
Dizzy from echoes of your tirades
Psycho enough to trigger heart attacks
Weak as a jellyfish in biodegrade
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Onion has a little brother
Packs quite a pungent smell
Comparable to no other
With roots that stretch to hell
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Autumn leaves red ochre and sun golden
Gliding from the trees to a breeze
Nearer to a winter so embolden
Makes a shivering soul sneeze and wheeze
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You with your incorrigible smile
Drawn into everything purely vile
As your spirits soar with the bats of hell
The vapors of evil enhance the smell
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