last moon

sabato 30 maggio 2026

Sparks of faith

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0181HCMKY

The World’s Creation

 

At the beginning God created the sky

And the earth, which was shapeless and desert

And darkness cover’d the abysses close by;

But on the waters, with divine, expert

Zeal, God established that obscurity

Had to be opened to the bright alert!

God, seeing that it was good, called Day the light.

And the darkness instead was named Night.

 

Then beneath the waters, the firmament

set God, and between them, b’low, the dry land

He also set, whither at same moment,

To any bud and tree He gave command

From seed to be produc’d for nourishment

Of any species, in ground, soil or sand!

After He had named sky, earth and sea

To following duty God had to begin.

  

 

Hereafter the lights in the sky He set

Doing the moon and the sun for night and day,

And other signs and stars in dose correct,

for making years and seasons going away,

For the Most High is much more than perfect

And furthermore of this I cannot say!

About this seventh stanza therefore

I will not tell you nothing anymore!

 

 

“Fly off all birds”- said God- “freely in the air

And splash in to the  sea any kind of fish;

Graze lambs, calves and livestock everywhere

In grassy lawns that will never languish;

Grow up any reptiles fair and unfair,

living beings either monstrous or polish!”

After the earth had all animals found

God said to them to multiply around.

 

 

And finally God said: - “ Let’s make  the man

In our image and likeness, every

And each animal to lead on  command!”

After doing that He rested quietly.

Henceforward, after six days, on the land

men, on the seventh, stay steady Godly,

being it consecrated for prairie and rest,

Both the last hours and also the first!

 

 

But the Creation was not yet complete

Still being missed the breath of the Animator

Who into a giant can transform a bit!

Waters from earth going up by Creator

To mist all over the ground were admit

So could mould the man God the Great Factor

and by that divine blow the man was made

though lonely however, he sadly stayed.

 

 

Insofar a day, as he was sleeping,

took God one rib of his from his right side

And closing up its place with flesh, according

Not to keep him alone, such a grac’ful glide

became a woman, companion cleaving:

On body and soul with man equal inside

and ‘t was a joy! But from that happiness

Adam had soon be wak’n on bitterness!

 

In truth, as I have already said,

it was the snake the cheating actor,

who convinced Eve to be so mad

to eat the fruit that  God The Factor

had forbidden; and she convinced her lad

they would become like a professor

of science and art of evil and good !

That fruit so has to ‘came the damned food!

 

 

Realized since then Adam and Eve to stay

 Shamefully nude, and wearing like a shield

leaves of fig tree they keep on since that day

protecting their nudity in the bloom field!

“Where are you ? Why are you walking away

From me?” asked to Adam God, who’ll wield

Forever human‘s fate. So Eve confirmed

that because of the snake eaten they had!

 

 

In fact the Holy  Lord said to the snake:

“Because of  what you‘ve done,  cursed are you

Above wild animals, and I will make

You eating the dust for all your life through

Upon your belly, unable to shake

Your arts! Your head’ll crash you the woman to

whom  hostile I will make you and her heel

One day you’ll try to injure for such appeal! 

  

He said to the woman: “I'll multiply

your pains during your childbearingness

and forwards your husband I'll modify

 your instinct, but dominion less

 you’ll be over him!” To man God said badly:

you won’t draw any food from soil unless

in the  sweat of your face. That will be a must

‘cause you are dust and you’ll return to dust!

 

 

And since then the path is not allowed

On direction forward the tree of the life,

And God at the end of the garden placed

The flaming Cherub with the big knife

Worried that man would have the fruit tasted

Of life’s tree to become eternal stuff!

That’s why God sent Adam and Eve away

from the Eden as the holy Books say.

 

 

 

 

 

 

lunedì 18 maggio 2026

What is a poet?

 


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Some say a poet

Is a master of words

bringing emotions

Is that to be a poet?

Maybe he is, but I’m not so sure

I’ve always thought

A poet was a sort of prophet

Showing a way to walk through

But I’m not so sure anymore

I just wanted to be happy, not a poet…

But I’m not so sure even on that 

If I were happy would not be a poet…

But a poet is not just a rhymer, or a verse maker…

A poet is a searcher for love!

I know

We need something new in the world…

A new way of loving

 

Then I discovered Jesus

His life, His message

That’s true love!

sabato 9 maggio 2026

Praised to Karalis

 


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We came from the sea


Tossed by the waves

Following herons

Blown by the wind

What we were

We did not remember

What we expected

We did not know

 

But we promptly liked

The land of silence

Its intense aromas

the strong colors

the bitter tastes

Now festive and peaceful

Now furious and livid

As the mood of the sea

 

And we liked

right away

the eyes of women

for them we stayed

and for them we coped

those who came later:

 

Punic and Roman,

Byzantine,

Iberian and Italian!

 

They have been all embodied,

merged on layers,

fibers of wounded hearts,

vibrant memory of cerebral cortex,

throbbing earth

under our tired feet,

where they stand proud,

oh Karalis,

your magical hills!

 

 

 

 

sabato 2 maggio 2026

Echoes of a sad soul

 

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The new day

(on death of my brother Mauritius)

 

Now the veils of Maya have fallen

And no longer covers your body

The armor of the Syrian Naaman

I see on your face again

Shining the ancient light

Of our childhood games

When hopes

were all to come

And the misleading curtain

Which hardens the hearts

Had not yet come between us

Run now

On your nimble legs

Wait for me in the sunny lands

Where the sun never sets down.

sabato 25 aprile 2026

Echoes of a sad soul

 


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I do not want to write poems anymore

I do not want to write poems anymore

Verses made of lines that drip

Blood oozing from my heart!

I do not want to write lyrics anymore

Words template for a love denied

Lamentations of my solitude!

And only prayers

soothe

My thirst for love!

sabato 18 aprile 2026

Sometimes they come back



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Sometimes they come back

(The New Slaughter of the Innocents)

 

Herotheniau and Dontius Pilatrum

Are plotting all around

The first wants to be again

The only king of Palestine

and that is why he’s  killing

all the children around Israel;

the second, is convinced,

 after two thousand years,

he has found the truth

he once asked Jesus about

now embodying it

with the arrogant recklessness

of one who wants no restraints or limits

except those he imposes on himself

And he would do well

to wash his hands of it,

even if they are stained with money,

oil, and power,

and he will never be able

to clean them.

Moreover, he is an accomplice

to king Herotheniau

in the extermination of innocent children.

Unfortunately, sometimes they return.


sabato 11 aprile 2026

Sparks of faith

 

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0181HCMKY

The Poem of Creation

Prologue

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!