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vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

Take my soul and carry me to where all fantasy can bloom
dance me all around to the music of a rhapsody divine
hold me in your arms from dusk to moon's consign
and sing to me a tura lura one more time ;
Send me to the stars carefree as a bird in flight tee hee
glance at me behind our nook I wait for thee til' three
fold me in, roll me out, waltz me all around the room
and sing to me your tura lura one more time;
Bring me to that place where you remember well my face
dress me in white silk then place a flower in my hair
mold me to your heart I am pliable as air , let us dance,
while we sing the tura lura song, one more time;

vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

I Am A Poet That Is What I Do

A heavenly feather falls slowly and lands in free
its a symbol of angelhood and celestial mediation
Soothingly, comfortingly, a Sensei surrounds me
and showers me with blessings as I claim  reaction
and write, for I am a poet that is what I do...
An angel divine incarnate without pious duple
sincere in her approach she never cleaves fear
for her gentleness instructs me like a Holy wimple
ministering with anoint  from close then near ;
I write, for I am a poet and that is what I do
Alabaster skies with electric blue streaks of night
adhere to her path like a messenger of old and
claim your place in the banquet of His light
she is a paragon of love , fingers in the sand
I write for I am a poet and that is what I do.

vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

Her Crystalline Laughter

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears. —Native American proverb

Waterfall beauties shedding crystalline tears
an indigo vision an outpour of emotion
she thought she was loved by him,
wherever did she get that notion?
In the beginning it was love at first sight
but then when they fought it never showed
like the stars that disappeared in the sky
it slowly began to die ;
Years later when she found real love
the kind that watered the roots of her soul
she finally learned the truth about
the inns of Love;
Waterfall beauties shedding tears of happiness
both were wet but these ones dried quickly,
to the sound, of her crystalline laughter.

vienna bombardieri Sep 2020

A Love That Is True

am I made of glass or not I  see no reflection
am I solid like the flower or just mere reflection

does my scent cling onto him each time I disappear
does my spirit glow, like the star's liquid reflection

what avenue should I take to get to his garden nook
what cupid will light my path as I trail his reflection

will I be bodacious and brave enough for his heart
will I find his looking glass of twosome reflection

am I made of glass or not this remains to be seen
am I the cognate of his chamber's light reflection

forfeit not love for sake of lust, mirror on the wall
forfeit him not nor what you see in his reflection

transparent as pixie dust and never made of glass
transparent as the moonlight in his eye's reflection.

September 1, 2020

vienna bombardieri Aug 2020

End Of Summer

Its the end of summer and the flowers are readying for fall
guess its just September's way of putting in her hooting call

London trees are sighing and the city folks are buying mohair
the sun is raying softer shades as we put away our lawn chairs

Writers tuck their hats and trade their benches for a cozy home
poetizing about Italian memories they pen about a trip to Rome

Here he comes Mr. Freezie by morning, Mrs. Warm by afternoon
I really did enjoy this happy summer but I think it left too soon

its the end of summer and the flowers are finally waving goodbye,
funny how people cling more to life, when their making ready to die.

vienna bombardieri Aug 2020

Serenity Awakened

Quote: Lend me your fire bring me your wings,
surround me and make me feel like I'm standing
on higher ground

Autumn scents, woodsy bark, frissons and joy
me a September baby, at your employ
Send me out into the fields to gather armloads of apples
then teach me how to jump in the leaves and grapple
In the gloaming of nightfall bring your harvest o'er to me
that I may fill my dreams with color , bright and plenty
gourds, sunflowers, pumpkins and pinecone drops
let me lose myself in your golden crops
awaken me like a sweet camellia,
be my splendor-Autumn of serenity.

vienna bombardieri Aug 2020

WHISPERER

Navina 2h

When I was a child a gust of wind seemed like a storm,
I would gaze at the dark sky with memories horrendous floating around.
I would pick up the sword and fight- not my enemies,
but my shadow that wouldn't lay dead.

She traveled in the darkest places,
she jumped, she cried, she suffered and she died
then a light came around with eyes like mist
a greyhound behind that dragged soul-less faces.

A fate that surrounded me for longest time
it whispered my name
I knew I was next,
I swayed between the truth and reality.

my universe got smaller,
every day got harder
and as moments passed by
I knew I couldn't escape what was in store

how could that be the end
It was my whisperers choice
Run, is that all I can do?
the light never showed up
but left behind my whisperer
with numerous faces hanging around
nameless. with no desire
there was no fate nor destiny.

I knew my shadow would hide
the truth, she knew
but reality broke its reason
she is running too

is there a way we would meet
running on the same road
is there a way we stay together
betray fate and make destiny ours
The process of accepting one's persona is a pathway of realizing, and analyzing and also loving the result
#hellopoetry #whisperingwinds #darkesttales

Written by
Navina 24/F/INDIA