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Jamie L Cantore Jul 2016
Under the vast dark of dawn's lofty cope,
with eyes as ablaze as the great sphere,
desire from the first of childhood cheer
looks skyward, past the shadows *****
through the lens that dreams cannot scope;
and makes no woe of the twilight dear.
Jamie L Cantore Dec 2014
Some little immaterial things
have a diploid energy
that will make up
the future
embodiment
of their
united
being


when they leap into
a tangled tangible
existence
as
the
Yang
meets
the
Yin


-therethrough
be­coming
one
particular
thing.
Jamie L Cantore May 2018
This book represents the majority of my Poetry since childhood. I hope you enjoy it.
Jamie L Cantore Jan 2016
The bounding main is stormless tonight.
The tide remains full, the night's eye patent
Upon the straits;--on the east coast the bright
Light shines and vanishes; the mountains against
The winds needn't shake at their foundations tonight.
So come hither, Dear, to the casement new & clear,
Where I can close my arms around you and breathe
In your lovely air -rocking, swaying to the rhythm
Of the Romantic guitar, in this peace, in this moment,
Which has bound me to this sphere that ne'er shall cease
To revolve around us on an axis of loving-kindness untl
When we ascend to the heavens upon wings & prayers.
Jamie L Cantore Jul 2015
Into the starry sky, I stare
Wondering if you can see
What I see. So far, so fair*

      -Dreams of you all thru
The night.


Into the whirlpool, I go...
A vortex of Space and Time,
I am consumed by you


       I dream of you all thru
The night.


And this heart beats on,
And on, and on, and on....


Down the rabbit hole I go
In search of a brighter
Tomorrow


           -But I shall dream of you all thru
The night.


*And this heart beats on,
And on, and on, and on...
Jamie L Cantore Jul 2016
Although in an icy heart,
Thy hate flows
Uncongealed.
I know not what ails thy heart,
But know that Time can heal.
What could bother you so
To start this bold
Pursuit at vengeance taken?
Is it not bigger
Than you know
---This road which you do lengthen?
For when you take the law in your hands,
To take eye for eye...
You force the other to make plans ---
To fully make you blind.
Jamie L Cantore Dec 2014
Day emerges
      And unburdened urges
The hour vessel sand,
Grain by grain,
To gain by gradual increase,
      That he may enter into
A life that none can ascertain;
And he usurps the authority
                                           Of
Death's powerful hand,
Alight with a spirit courageous
              Yet stained
With Guilt...
For that hand many lives
Has claimed...

Encouraging specific grief and pain!
Devices do definitely die -weather worn and withered; whether worn and wilted -or otherwise.

Once born into his fortress forthright
-The right sustained thru
                  The law of casualties-
Thou gorgeous light steals e'en
The purest night,
      Like a thief unashamed,
(Most naturally and casually.)

But soon Day too will pay this penalty,
And give up the ghost to Night,

      Again one life ends with the sickle of Death,
                   So that a new life might reign
-Afresh in Time's cycle of Eternity forthright.
Jamie L Cantore Jun 2016
Hear me out, forasmuchas it is so,
For now at length my doom I know,
Since little all my passion does avail,
Because all my history is an epic fail,
Since this I write and it seems to be,
My entire sentiment swells to bless
You, your name, & all else you wish.
Take back the fortune which you claim
And leave me a thought of the same,
-And this don't deny, you are to blame,
If you do so refuse visitation to me.
Jamie L Cantore Feb 2017
Are Professions the opposite of
Confessions? My shrink said perhaps we can deal with this in other sessions.

What is a fession?
I think this a good
Question.

Is it better to be *******
Than it is to be ****** on?

Is it pronounced *** can,
Or as I like to say puh kahn?


After all, I thought a *** can was
Something you would assign
Everyone on a long trip to make
Better time.


Wouldn't it be cool if dinosaurs
Were mammals and had fits
Over which had the tiniest
Arms, but yet had the biggest
                          ****?

T-Rex. Yes, definitely T-Rex.
She would have won contests.


But no, they had none. And Mr. T-
Rex was so ******. Not for this, but
Because he couldn't reach his gun;
U know what I mean, his appendage.

Why do we drive in "parking" lots?
Why do we call them buildings still?
They are built. Alone in my thoughts?
Why do we "park" in driveways? Fill

                                    In
                    ­              Your
                               Answers
                                      If
                ­                      U
                                   Will.
Jamie L Cantore Mar 2016
Aye! Foreign Eye; tooth for a truth! you gnome eyne  sane? Troot I owe ewe nah, youths dunno, you fin nah Noll. *** eye us fin nah per se, foe Theo Theo, ewe know  O you no, enter ups shun, wot in the hex dies...  jest say? Dis' awe beast anaconda sate shun bout Intrusion. O Why? O Why? O Eye, ice bins scratch in at Maya -Maya, day yum eye, forests rail lea bane it she laid lea. Wear Aye, yum  Aye, yum  Ah! Yea, *** eyes us sane, isis slow ands dims sum.  Bess beefs be indy, indy, India, India, Far test fum  yore  deaf viand as understanding! O My! you  oft de deep and of diem, diem... dim niche holes. couldst I ask I such without such plea? Pulleys! Pull East! Scaly wax inner interim oh, honor too, ides doe no, disease?

Lo! Land **! Too old geese sirs seize dearth closure mead wits mine ***** eye; and Naughty Wit Stan Ding disown. Yet fervor from mine arenose ol' hail home, I hath ne'er be -admit I to I; and plead to thee, wizened dis' Beseecher's breeching beach! Shea jest dis' a-greased wit who sow error to dew sew... ***** nil eat.

And therefore store my old hat lore, as I cast in twos that sea...  Aye! thee, Foreign Eye! Truth for a truth, if truth it be, truth tell I, true to thee do I e'er be nah; e'er be I, true to thee from noun on; in air go, did jest *** you ditz dun to me, but now a blind eye a-see  a freed bird!
- I caste you one lass time in due thus see.  Cuss you beast an  false eye, my you still dunce see, still blind you be, be dissin' in my sir name an airy way, and mode in air gone come.. a-seaward.
Jamie L Cantore Mar 2016
Waste an idle light, as you gaze into a dream,
Gaze into the night, as you waste in idle scene;
And when the candles burn down, so soon seen
Burn down so low. O a dragon eye deplorable...
Stares thru your soul, like windows in the oracle.


.
Jamie L Cantore Dec 2014
Vines of persistence
wrap around
to squeeze
me tightly,
choking and cloaking
my existence from the divine
shining light streams.

From the depths
of what I have left,
I leave thee
this sublime kindly
writing, to let
it be told
over to you that I fear
this nadir confining
so inviting. For that which
was a welcome
embrace has become
a peril that I find
frightening.

An irascible
beast tears me away
from my rapture, it's claws
ripping in their tightening.

Good Knight!        I scream.

Virago, you must let me go!

Don't you know
these roots hold
me here and try to imprison
my very soul?
Are you aware that
I've always been
restless in this deed ,
at least until my
movement ceased, grown
weary by the cold?

Oh, to be as a tree petrified a thousand
years ago. Yes, tenfold of a deep century ago.

What woe!      What woe!

Well then, just consume me, it's thy selfish
need to grow, despite what it means to me,
a descent into a place so low; and you know,
even tho it's cold, viscous words can burn
like an internal sea of hellish fire: pain
overwhelms me, but a morbid curiosity
still fans this desire.

God, save me from the mire!
                      God, let her have remorse!

Soon tentacles will protrude
into my wan corpse
-pulling me into a crevasse-
which is a pit in the fabric that my
body no sooner than distorts; and as
swift as this with a vacuous kiss
you'll steal my mass,
as brains for one will
become
the main course.
Written in 2012
Jamie L Cantore Mar 2015
Here lies my sweet, sweet death, nestled

peacefully upon the downy dawn;
in soft deadly dreams she has,
settled deep and neatly in the rays of the crowning sun -slowly curling into her own cradled
*** so warm.
Now dauntlessly she awakens from her woeful sleep, to prowl and roam, or thoughtlessly
traipse, troop, and patrol the savage doom,
which tonight I shall happily call a home of gloom, (provided that
the heavy hand of thee, my dark angel on the wing, opens soon.)
Because the breeze of mayhem blows
so long,
but I can't control this fine and mournful morn, that looms
hopelessly with modern expressions torn, and pieced together piece by lovely
piece,
as she smiled a smile worth a thousand smiles.
And like no other
was so freely turning up the corners of her ****** mouth -
exposing fangs of tender grace and heat, that shan't go without the
blood I bleed, dripping upon her lovely double-face that I must see -'tis justice for me to this come upon.
Jamie L Cantore Dec 2014
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              >                               >
            O                                   O
Jamie L Cantore Feb 2017
I remember being in elementary,(a)
I was constantly bored with the(b)
Drivel. Learn what they teach,(b)
Never mind differences, Jamie;(a)
                  

  Just memorise the drill.

           I remember the Spelling Bee,(c)
          They were impressed by me.(c)

They thought it strange to go(d)
So well, since I slept or wrote(d)
Thru ev'ry class; never to note.(d)

"How in the Hell is it that you won(e)
At Spelling, I was State Champion(e)
At my old school!??! Teach said you(f)
Do your thing; you haven't a clue;(f)
               I came in 2nd to you?!!?"(f)

I said, "It takes a simple mind to learn(g)
Simply, therefore you were not beaten(h)
By me: but rather by Arrogance, Hern."(g)


    What does that  mean,  asked  she.

Ihopeby now Hern has figured how
  A writer obsessed in each class, Recess,
At Lunch, on the Cheese Wagon a bunch,
Won Spelling Bees -Still stuck on studies.
Grade School Autonomous Robots
               VS. A
C-O-N-N-O-I-S-S-E-U-R
Yeah, Hern was "kind o' sore" lol
Jamie L Cantore Jan 2016
I find myself in the days which have thus evanesced,
How oft, well beneath the flux of the fiery beating orb,
With childlike leaps sprung by scurrying feet, I soar
To a paradoxical paradise long since to dust coalesced.
                                          
           ­                                YET

The serpent that burdens with sleight ~ of  ~ hand trickery,
Banished from Eden, tho barred not from creation, as Sin
Forged a home by me, but not within, naught within!
He  slithers amongst thee, may God shield & deliver me!


.                                           HE,

My God, is to whom I turn to in dreadful moments
Like these: times that seem lost in the miasma of Hell;
And Life has dealt another wild card to me, I fell
For the bluff and chose poorly before my atonements.



                                          WALKS


Seem to help, when I feel quite down in the mouth,
For I have fallen from Grace-or so I have felt- at
Times when Sin in me seemed to rule my past,
And prayers seemed naught to help in my bouts.


                                        WITH


Me, I once carried my burdens more than my bible
Because my faith faltered from time to time, living
For the moment seemed more convenient, giving
Naught a thought but in hindsight to soul survival.


                                         ME,


I make mistakes which does not make me fake,
Perfection is not what He expects in this, The
Grand Test, which does not make me bad or godly
But rather on a quest to beat this mess I did make.
Jamie L Cantore Jan 2017
Words Studied For This Writing:
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English: Zoup, please.
What it sounds like in German: Die Zoup bitte "Or" The Zoup? Bitter.
English: Uh, the night tea is great!
Pronounced in German sounds like: Eww. Is nachte. It's Gros "Or" Eww! Is nasty! It's gross!
English: Here.
Pronounced in German: Here.
English: Ha! I see an icky Sir's downin' Zoup.
German: Huh? - Ick- Taste. -Sie - An Icky herran down en Zoup
English:Yes.
German: Ja "Or" yeah
English: Skinny rides here. Skinny? Hmm.. horseback.
German: Dunne fahrten hier, Dunne. Hmm?  Holtzit back! Or.. Do not **** in here; do not! Hmm?  Holds it back!
English: Oh! I beg!
German: Oh! Ich bitte "Or" Oh! It's better!
English: Come back, Father.....
German: Comeback, Vatter "Or" Come back, Fatter
English: Nexxinline
German: Next in line.


Let's make a story with this .

First Act

-Enter Customer 2 in an American diner. She orders a
unique zebra-flavored soup called Zoup, created on American soil, but it's claimed to have had its origins in a restaurant located in Worms, Germany; as per usual proud fashion.

Customer 2 to Rude Waitress: "Zoup, please."

She sipped the complimentary drink placed before her as she awaited her order. Iced tea, ***** glass. It was reportedly their best tea, brewed by the Barista on the night-shift, whom did only speak in broken English and Spanish. Therefore, when the customer enjoyed her tea, she was glad it was nightfall and privy to the better drink and expressed her approval.

Customer 2 to Night-Shift Barista in simplified language:

"Uh, the night tea is great!"

The Barista nods politely.

Rude Waitress, apparently jealous because she makes the Day-shift tea, is curt to Customer 2:


"Here." she growled, slamming the Zoup on the table.

Things get quiet.

Just then, Customer 2 recognizes a crusty man who claims to have been knighted in a former life before joining a Native American tribe. She addresses him sardonically.

Customer 2 to Crusty Man

:
"Ha!" " I see an icky Sir's downin' Zoup!"

Crusty Man responds, unmoved:

"Yes."

Customer 2 cautioned him that he was being tracked by the infamous international assassin, Skinny.

Customer 2 to Crusty Man in mock Native American tongue:


"Skinny rides here ...

Crusty Man: "Skinny?"


Customer 2 (deepening voice)

"Mmm, horseback."

She makes gestures with her hands of a man riding a horse.
And follows it up with mimicking a successful hit on Crusty Mans life, complete with tongue hanging out of mouth.

The rude waitress then pleads to a deceased priest aloud to return to save them whilst making holy gestures frantically.

Rude Waitress to a deceased Holy Man:

"Oh!" "I beg." "Come back, Father...
Father Nexxinline?"

End First Act


This Final Act was created using the same exact words used in the English language, those in  quotations that is, as were in the First Act: but then translating them into German, the conversation then became a bit more humorous. The Background was filled in to fit the context of the meaning of the words sonic qualities, as certain German words sound similar to English words, though they generally have different meanings. The German word sounds brought a whole new meaning to the English words spoken, and with this contrast I finished the Final Act. Since most do not know how to pronounce certain words and dialects of German language, I took the sounds created within the language and converted them to English words of phonetic similarity. These words were not translated back to English, as that would put the conversation exactly where it began -I rather made them easier to perceive.

Background Final Act/. Skinny from First Act is now in a diner in Worms, Germany, (pronounced like Vorms with  a V.)

We begin with Skinny's response to being asked how is the Zoup by the German Waiter.

Skinny dryly to German Waiter: "The Zoup?" "Bitter."

He takes another spoonful into his mouth.

Skinny: "Ewww!"  "Is nasty!" "It's gross!"

Skinny to German Waiter in disgust: "Here!"

And he pushes the bowl of Zoup into the waiters face.


German Waiter to Skinny expressing consternation

: "Huh?"

Skinny commands him: "Taste!"

The waiter does so reluctantly and winces in clear disgust.

Skinny:

"See?" " Icky heron down in Zoup!"

German Waiter to Skinny knowing German Zoup  is flavored with heron, not zebra, and failing to see the point retorts

: "Yeah?"

Skinny then crude and vengeful 'expresses' a good one from his basest dwelling silently; but deadly with a grin. It was a most foul smell.

The waiter is exasperated with this crudeness and makes commands of his own.

German Waiter to Skinny

:
"Do not **** in here!" 'Do not!"" Hmm?"  "Holds it back!"

The odor horrid reached culmination with another waft of steam from Skinny and  resulted in the excommunication of Skinny.
Skinny yet found himself vindicated and agreed to leave the establishment as was demanded. As he exits in self satisfaction, our waiter tells him not to forget his Zoup and the prideful waiter Stolz mocks him in jest by spooning a mouthful into his jabbering jowls, as he does, he turns pale and ill and silenced, reassuring Skinny he had a reason to be disappointed.

The German Waiter refusing to admit defeat tells him:


"Oh, it's better!" Referring to his bias to the Zoup from Worms, which should be renamed Houp, but the words don't translate that way.

THEN Stolz realized his best customer, Skinny's hefty brother, Fatter, was running out the door in an attempt to escape the stench which lingered and but grew in force, and the waiter pleaded with him to return.

German Waiter to Skinny's brother:

"Come back, Fatter!" but Fatter kept running and giggling sophomorically.

The German Waiter to a diner full of people gasping for fresh air and no desire for Zoup at this moment said in defeatist sheepishness, gulping before asking wishfully... pouting, whispering:


"Next in line?"

— The End —