Pasquale DiMeola

Veteran Poet - 1,142 Points (Newark, New Jersey)

Pasquale DiMeola Poems

1. Mia Cara Sposa 12/4/2006
2. Timeline For Billions 12/6/2006
3. Can U Help Find My Puppy? 12/13/2006
4. Chasing The Legacy 12/30/2006
5. Crawfish Moment 1/6/2007
6. Spirited Quirks 1/6/2007
7. Enamored 1/8/2007
8. Deploying An Epidemic 1/15/2007
9. Paths Of Indecision 1/28/2007
10. Youth Of Year 2100 2/3/2007
11. The Most Haunting... 2/12/2007
12. Pax Vobiscum 2/23/2007
13. Sudden Urges 3/4/2007
14. Circumvesuviana Lamentation 3/22/2007
15. Macedonian Seraph 4/1/2007
16. Satan's Pawnshop 4/7/2007
17. Emily, Sylvia And Christina 4/12/2007
18. Negative Exposure 4/12/2007
19. Getting In The Queue 4/27/2007
20. Among The Anonymous 5/5/2007
21. The Elixer Of O 5/9/2007
22. Grimalkin Domain 5/18/2007
23. Introducing Dr. Gustav 10/30/2006
24. 4: 25 Express 10/30/2006
25. The Harlot And The One Eyed Hobo 11/3/2006
26. Future Shock Syndrome #1 11/5/2006
27. Dear John At The Willard Hotel 11/10/2006
28. Anatomy Of Reason 11/15/2006
29. Ode To Everlasting Infancy 11/27/2006
30. The Gossiping Queens Of The Castro District 11/29/2006
31. Alleyway Oblation 12/1/2006
32. Rusted Vows 5/26/2007
33. Accepting Damnation 6/16/2007
34. Astral Lovers 6/22/2007
35. Mirage Of Adoration 7/23/2007
36. 3000 Francs To Dear Djami 7/25/2007
37. Akimbo Arms 8/1/2007
38. It Came To Pass 8/12/2007
39. Billionaire List Salutation 9/6/2007
40. Hoodwink 9/16/2007
Best Poem of Pasquale DiMeola

An Appeal

Good men come forward now
A world in need...Indeed
Uphold your sacred vow
We long for you to lead

Kind women of the land
Many children cry...die
Come lay your gentle hand
Upon the heads who sigh

Small children of the earth
Destined eyes of women...men
May your visions give birth
To a peace without end.

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Future Shock Syndrome #1

Bronco hustler on the raging prairie
Tumbleweed tossing in a sudden drift
Eyes aglow with six shooter clamor
Clang-a-lang..clang-a-lang..clang-a-lang
The iron horse challenges yesterday
As the cowboy straddles the winding rails
Sitting tete-a-tete in a high saddle
Sent to boot hill by the coming of age.

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