how more we stunk released the mount cherish the scone
litter billions with a wooden spoon a wooden voice
shake to the bird out in the tree to be accused
central air one word of care  to swallow its curse
believe in bees captivated through the trees
walk toward the hills discovered the means
locked beside an egg white shell

long ago let the truth be told a summon to bargain baseball please...
triumphant please, down to my knees corporate sneak
shattered between what once known onto a perfect home,
Stained glass window through a verse Scottish dull ointment...
Temper left hotter then it is in Grenada
Irish socks twist to lock

a variation in a dream wheree people do scream
love is the essence of my inner existence

solving clouds
Form, fronting on the sun, thy showery prism
And to the sage-instructed eye unfolds
The various twine of light, by

long ago let the truth be told a summon to bargain baseball please...
triumphant please, down to my knees corporate sneak
shattered between what once known onto a perfect home,
Stained glass window through a verse Scottish dull ointment...
Temper left hotter then it is in Grenada
Irish socks twist to lock

a variation in a dream where people do scream
love is the essence of my inner existence

the spread a cheek
a sparrow speaks

left words to stand still & repeat
shades of grass a sense to over react

spil the motor watch as you smile

Sling Shot

my hand is amazed...
simplistic strain,
double down fortune
caress the mountain swell
two feet lost in Hell
German Shepherd on you
love in the latest fashion to behold

God will send a portion of dust
in God we trust
bigger then anything to behold
Lord, speak to one heart
empowered by one spirit of God
trace back the portion of dust

come and speak to me !

Sharp Difference Shattered

long ago let the truth be told a summon to bargain baseball please...
triumphant please, down to my knees corporate sneak
shattered between what once known onto a perfect home,
Stained glass window through a verse Scottish dull ointment...
Temper left hotter then it is in Grenada
Irish socks

Poetry By Vitale

The language and images of Mario Vitale's poetry are so closely bound to the natural cycles of seasons, of generations, of the body's functioning, that is surprising to realize how many of his poems deal with loving brevity. But this poetry is not sentimental celebration of the goodness of nature, and harmony with the world is never assumed. The way he captures the tenuousness of this faith, the balance that must be found between the ugliness, the harshness of his history- both natural and social- and its intense beauty, is what distinguishes Vitale's poetry, gives it its depth and dimension


Poetry By Vitale

nestled on my own accord
sheltered on the all aboard
trust in surface wood
like I new I would
love is in transition
blocked by annoyance