Echoes from a sad soul

 

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Listen to the voice of the poet

 

Come on big men of the world

You that owe the power

You have already had much money

To move on soldiers

You have already had much gold

To feel stronger

You have already had luxury palaces

To live comfortably safer in

And fields, ground, soil, trees,

Rivers, lakes and seas.

 

You have taken in everything your eyes can see to the horizon.

 

But do you really believe that your power will last forever?

 

Don’t you remember Ramses the Third,

Cyrus of Persia,

Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar

Alexander the Great,

the emperor Augustus

and all the kings of the past up to Napoleon?

 

You’re now inventing new richness made of nothing

You’re exploiting the soil under its surface

And even you’re searching for more in the universe

Still cheating the poor!

 

Listen to the voice of the poet men of power:

don’t never forget

for whom God created all the things of the world!

 

Let them do, let them pass

 

 

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Come on! Let them do, let them pass

Today is not time

To shoot people anymore!

Don’t you know is November the 9th 1989?

Today there is not time

To stop goods anymore!

Come on! Only one thousand dollars

Will cost you a plenty full track!

At 9 past 21 p.m.

The wall is falling down!

Laissez faire, laissez passer!

There are bound to be changes

For our lives further on!

It’s crashing down

Together with our illusions

Their false promises

The wrong secular hope!

Come on!

The wall is not hiding anymore

The totems of progress!

Let’s go worshipping

The glittering gods

Bounding ahead!!

Everyone has got a flag

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And  I remind

those songs

talking of peace

talking of love.

Today I remind them

listening to the radio.

I hear from the news

 that after decades

cannonballs keep flying

men searching  for command

and people keep dying.

But now I don't blame God anymore

for the man's thirst of power

for his greed of money.

Everyone has got a flag of glory

to cover the shame of death

and  make his murders

as were a right.

My Mother Earth

 

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Who knows where I've been in the last twenty centuries?

May be I was a Roman soldier

guarding the Hadrian Wall

where I met a pale blue eyes blonde love

to warm my winters

to show me love is anywhere

anyhow.

and I was scattered back

on some Mediterranean  coast

groping with the Normans

a new life, which is also

and again an old life;

like that I had as Greek's slave

before my manumission

when I captured those

I had been conquered by.

And when  I'll be searching

for other worlds

far in the skies

will I remember

 my Mother Earth?

The ancient memories of life

 

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Sometimes  I think:

“God, help me,

I feel alone and I fear the world, 

the life, the death.”

 

Then I look in to my brothers’ eyes

And I discover my same fears

and with them I can share the walk

to rejoice the impervious path of life.

I so wonder:

“Who are you God?

Are You our fears?

Are You our weakness?”

 

Blasphemer I think:

“We do have created You!

We certainly did

In our image and likeness!

Mirror of our uncertain minds

Comfort shelter

Cave in the storm

Nourishing  Cow 

Heather Sun!”

But if I think about Christ

Limbs nailed  on the Cross

Two thousand years of bleeding sores

Best among Manhood

Example and Verb:

something that I can’t explain

touches  me in the depth

of the ancient memory of  life!

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The path of no return

 

I would like to join the melodious breath

Of the  wind's whistle  all around

In this corner of the mountain,

if I could only forget

 the world I come from!

But how can I forget

That birds of death  are circling

Over our heads?

 

How it can be forgotten

 We are  living  surrounded

 by volcanoes of war,

as a powder magazine

at the mercy of the power?

And when the sky embraces the retreating sun,

a ring shining charming and desperate

leads me to wonder

if humanity has not already taken

a path of no return.

Sparks of faith

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Prologue to the Poem of Creation

I sing the God Almighty’s Creation

Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve

former seed of any human Nation

at the time they could only conceive

the joyfulness with no desperation

In the Eden still so far to receive

The challenge of that infernal snake

Who wanted to be a godlike fake!

 

I also sing about the brave men strays,

Straight descendents  from that chosen race,

who such in boldly and daring ways

Isr’eli people to holy surface

They led of Palestine. Hates, loves betray’ls

I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:

those between God and men, tribes and  kingdoms;

and I sing laws, exiles and wars into my songs.

  

Arduous so much however it ‘s my part,

long and full of traps my composition,

That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,

if only I dare to think myself on action,

and tremble with my hand before I start

The Old and   the New Holy Narration!

My Fairy God, You Firmament’s Creator

Allow  me to become a keen narrator!

 

From Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book

please drive my hand between rhymes and accents

to enable  jointly with my mind, to hook

the most significant, deep, true  sentiments

in order they can take a fairly look

of those seventy three, pious components!

If someone goes to Source for sweeter tasting

 all my efforts for sure I won’t be wasting!

to be continued...