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Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
Can't make me want to stay alive.
It's sisyphean if you try.
You can, however, make things worse--
Suggest a ride inside a hearse.

-- Before, that sentiment held true,
But that's before my meeting you!
With you I've found a taste of mirth
And more-- A motive on this Earth.
Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
No lies detected
No lines deflected
No files protected
No failures projected

An optimist outlook
Point power presents
Till reps of the rulebook
Demand recompense
Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
You make me easy
and I make you hard
You can't help but tease me
When I let down my guard

I get all flustered
And stammer and sigh
And see love in the luster
Of light in your eye
Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
Worthless, worthless, says the preacher
Self-important, self-taught teacher

Worthless, worthless, says the buyer
Yet your price was never higher

You get it cheap, and start to boast
And then leave nothing for the host

But emperors are like their clothes
Their what and whether no-one knows

You take their treasure in your hand
And feel your fist is full of sand

You search for some security
See things become, but never be

Why seek to run a perfect race,
If past the sun is only space?

Would you rather face the end?
Or live to chase the wind?
Late 2018 - April 2022
Filomena Rocca Apr 2022
Yo sí te quiero
Mi caballero
El mundo entero
No quiero más

Yo te ador'
En el resplendor
De nuestro amor
Me siento en paz

Yo sí te quiero
Y siempre espero
Mostrar y verlo
Tu amor además
Traté de escribir un poema en español.
Es sencillo, pero estoy relativamente satisfecha.
Filomena Rocca Mar 2022
The everything bagel
Left out on the table
Forgotten has gotten
All moldy and rank

In the ancient one's hovel
Suppose if you grovel
Avoid being boiled
In his scalding hot tank

It'll all be discarded
Make sure that it's guarded
The teachers and leechers
Assemblies to thank

But if you're taking chances
Despite circumstances
Assume that the room
Is just empty and blank
Filomena Rocca Mar 2022
Your pitter patter doesn't matter
The maddest hatter's just a quack.

If you can stand her, take a gander
In your stranger's candy sack.

No-one knows her; lazy dozer
Hangs her clothes up on a rack.

Tired of betting, now regretting
Never getting chances back.
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