Pasquale DiMeola Poems

Good men come forward now
A world in need...Indeed
Uphold your sacred vow
We long for you to lead
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First the perspiration on the forehead
Then a tense outburst of inner emotions
Followed by a profusion of mingled words
Struggling against themselves to frame thought
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One envisions a swirl of mayhem
With an oceanic perpetuity splashing
Against the involuted classes marching
Stoically providential as in the masterpiece
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Before the wind has blown the breath
Of simple words away
While in the future lays a wreath
From which a friend has laid
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At the instant when the heart
Jettisons out of the mouth
Misery will play its part
To instill an awful doubt
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Through the market by the square
You can find him most anywhere
The spread and the rustic guide your nose
So popular...everyone goes
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Onion has a little brother
Packs quite a pungent smell
Comparable to no other
With roots that stretch to hell
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Bending over backward until my spine cracked
Dizzy from echoes of your tirades
Psycho enough to trigger heart attacks
Weak as a jellyfish in biodegrade
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World in turmoil is a world in woe
It crowds the terrain everywhere you go
The crying and fighting against what foe
Box it all up and tie it in a bow
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An orchid on her hair wilted
Petals did they dropp one by one
Abruptly her true lover tilted
Snide whims to another for fun
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