Michael Troy Buffo

Rookie (2/15/66 / Vallejo, California)

Michael Troy Buffo
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Born in Vallejo and residing in American Canyon, California, I began writing poetry when I was 13 years old. Sadly, my first poem (about the genocide of Native Americans) , was lost within months of writing it. When I turned 16, my mother gave me a journal to write my poetry in - I still have it. Some of my poetry, I have put to music and some I have abandoned. Certainly, I have poetry that I deem unpublishable which, perhaps, no one will ever see. My poetry tends to originate under one of three circumstances: Elation, Depression or extreme boredom. Most of my recent writing has not been prose, but rather political and social commentary and letters to editorial columns under the ... more »

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  • Rookie Karen A. (3/26/2006 10:47:00 PM)

    How wonderfully you describe something that can't be... described. Love this one!

  • Rookie Karen A. (3/26/2006 10:39:00 PM)

    And to think that in the animal kingdom, animals sometimes eat their young but only out of their instinct to survive and not for intentional malice... makes me wish I wasn't more than a tiny butterfly. Very vivid and powerful poem...

  • Rookie Karen A. (3/26/2006 10:34:00 PM)

    How eloquently you put this, the bitter-sweet reality of those almost impossible to bear long-distance love affairs. And at the end of all the effort, thoughts and feelings, one can only hope that it's not too much, too little... well, we know how that phrase ends..

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Full Moon

Here under the stars
Where both of us lay
With you in my arms
Where I want you to stay

I look into the heavens
And I see a full moon
I know in my heart
I won't be leaving you soon

The evening is perfect
For I am with you
And I lose myself
In the things that you do

Feeling your warm body
Mingle with mine
The full moon looks down
Tells me everything's fine

The taste of sweet lips
And the touch of soft skin
The way your rest head
On my chest with your chin

It seems so natural
With a full moon...

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