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...

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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We’ll unfold our verses

 

If everything’s been written

And everything been said

We won’t speak anymore

Won’t write anymore.

But if we are the new prophets

Sent to remind manhood

The world belongs to God

And if the world drowns off

In the mud of inky well

And scribes and Pharisees

Roar in the vanities

Then we’ll still howl our dreams

Writing down all our visions

And against their arsenals

We will unfold our verses.

Memories from the past

 

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My Mother Earth

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  a 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?

 

 

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The trip in the Universe

 

You were not ready

To trip across the Universe

Through the endless skies

In the wheels of the Cosmos

 

No, you were not ready at all

 

Who knows what are you going to be

Wearing those human clothes?

Inside your time

You can be what you want:

A man absorbed in his loves

With a lot of joy

Thousands of pleasures

So much power

And a desperate, lonely sunset;

 

A lonely man

Searching among his people

The truth hidden behind the prejudices

Aside the ravines of the mind

In the ancient, still unfold pages

Of the Imperishable Book;

 

Or maybe you will go far away

Pushed by the Ulysses hint

To discover what is set

Behind the borders

of the known world!

 

No, you were not ready yet

For your trip through the Universe

You have been stopped by your affections

Or by your sickness

Your miserable power;

 

Or perhaps

Your boat was simply

still too fragile

to face the fluctuating sea

of mysterious storms on the Space.

You’ll have to enjoy and suffer

Again and again

Constrained in your material borders

Before you can deserve to rejoin

The Divine Unity has All created!

Echoes of a sad soul

 

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Alone thinking of Elem

 

Don’t pass by on my street

‘cause I could think

She’s coming to me

 

Don’t knock at my door

‘cause I might think

She comes for giving me  love

 

Don’t call for me anytime

don’t look for me anywhere

don’t ask for me to anyone

 

Just leave me alone

thinking of her.

In London 1977

Echoes from a sad soul

 

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The tripping soul

 

Best among my brothers,

they made the revolution

gold seekers

poetry creators

kings of love

who caressed my heart

 have already gone.

I too begin to arrange my bag

For the last journey,

 that of the soul