lola cesini Poems

Dressed for the ball, carry your shoes
Ready to dance to rhythm and blues
Or maybe the swing with continental flair
Following steps of would be Fred Astairs
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A house is not a home
Is what has oft been said
When one shares it with no one
And is all alone in stead
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In my youth I was Alone
But did not really see
The Loneliness around me
For there was much to be
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Four eyes staring at each other
Across a table or across a room
Four hands clasped together
Laid in each lap
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There is no pain like the heartache
Stemming from a broken heart
There is no open heart surgery
That can mend it
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Round and round in circles I go
Trying to run away from you so
You call me names and push me around
You pick and you tease with relentless rebound
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Thunder and lightning outside
And the rain is pouring down
The sky is crying with me
The thunder is me sobbing
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All alone
What to do
No one is there
To comfort you
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Sunken cushions in oversized chairs
Strong arms that hug us like bears
Lullabies hummed by mothers with care
All give us comfort to spare.
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When first you saw an eagle fly
Like wings, flapping your arms you tried
You thought of soaring, of touching the sky
Of getting there faster, than chitah's stride
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