"giacomo" poems
"Who am I? I'm a poet."
from “La Bohème” by Giacomo Puccini libretto
~~~
"My business? Writing.
How do I live? I live.
In my happy poverty
I squander like a prince,
my poems and songs of love.
In hopes and dreams
and castles-in-the-air,
I'm a millionaire in spirit"
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
Giacomo Casanova
**** of the 18th century
But he loved the person
More than the *****
'Spoiling' virgins
As if it was one sided.
And not bothering to suppress his
Love
For both human
Anatomy and the
Human heart
When he was done
With you, there was no break up
No casual washing of hands.
He would hook you up
with some rich bloke
He didn't throw you
Into the trash
He threw you through
The top window of
The palace
Where's my Casanova?
Why can't I be
******
And
Loved
Why would I be the
****
When it takes two to
make love.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
To have witnessed youth, twilight woods shingle a blackened rose.
Yet blind speculations of blood, we drown. Tilted arms, hollow reflections within harmonious waves of spirited inflections.
A blackened rose
A blackened rose
Deeply I contemplate the transient nature of human life.
Realizing from beginning to end, life is impermanent such as an illusion.
Delusions of grandeur?
Truthful as time?
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 4:45 AM UTC
I've been a mess
ever since that one night we stood next to each other
you were just so close
and all I wanted was to touch you
to remember how we used to be
and because of that night
I was truly able to reflect our relationship
it started out like a dead fire
barely burning but smoke emerged
and I was the one who fed it leaves and branches
and you were the one who told me it wouldn't work
sometimes you would help it grow
and I thought finally
you were giving it a chance
but as soon as the rain came
or winds raked through the trees
you would flee into the tent
and I would stay by the fire
hoping it would last the night
but one morning I woke up
dirt on my face
twigs in my hair
and I saw that the flame had finally died
and for a while
I sat poking at the ashes
hoping it would come forth
but you noticed it was gone too
and you just sat next to me
reminding me that it wasn't coming back
and when I left it was almost laughable you were surprised
so when I think back to that night we stood next to each other
and how much it affected me
it only furthered my resolve
so when i see you now
and see how you have improved as a person
I can feel my heart ache
for the love I should have received
but now I only give a small sad smile
I can't ever go back to you
to feeling like a shell of a person
a person that felt that
she should have been better at loving
and devoting her entire being to someone
who didn't deserve it
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
In the heart of the Tuscany under Italy's sun
Lies the town of Lucca, which is known to some
As Giacomo Puccini's birthplace, and the truth to be told,
He's Italian composer, one of the best in the world.
In the times of Medieval - far back in the past
Thrived the banking in Lucca and the art of silk craft ...
....
The legend has that at those times and in this very city
Lucia Manco lived so gorgeous, vane and pretty.
Though cunning Satan made her splendid stunning beauty last
On the condition, that her lovers souls to Devil pass she must.
... For quite a while this deal worked really well
- Men souls were going from her bed straight to the Hell.
For quite long time she never fell in love, we trust
- Her drive was simply egotistic vanity and crave for lust.
But even magic comes to undeterred sudden end
- She met young man, to whom she loving heart of hers has lent.
She would not dare to corrupt his wholesome soul,
And lost her beauty just at once forever and for all.
He lost his love to her at instance when she lost her femine charms .
But to the worst, the Devil told him that he held his mother in his arms!
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
"What happened" and "When did you decide"
The honest truth is that
I knew from the beginning
I knew from the start
That it would end with my foot in the door
I knew from the start
That it was all wrong and I wanted more
What I wanted was to be with a man for the rest of my life
I wanted him to love me
Like
How
I
Loved
Because I love with everything I have
I love in the ways I scream
In the ways I cheer
In the ways I dream
In the ways I smile while I cry
And so the only reason why it ended
Is because you proved me right
When all I wanted was for you to prove me wrong
And so when you say
"We never had a chance"
You are so wrong
Because I gave so many chances
A year to be exact
And now you have left me sitting here
reminding myself that
**I
Knew
All
Along**
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
When I walk alone in the street
People stop and stare at me
And everyone looks at my beauty,
Looks at me,
From head to foot...
And then I relish the sly yearning
which escapes from their eyes
and which is able to perceive
my most hidden beauties.
Thus the scent of desire is all around me,
and it makes me happy, makes me happy!
And you who know, who remember and yearn
you shrink from me?
I know it very well:
you do not want to express your anguish,
I know so well that you do not want to express it
but you feel as if you are dying!
(Composer Giacomo Puccini 1858 - 1924)
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
The crave of mine
is the crave of Giacomo
The man that life a lust life
Full of desire to teach us
That life is about lust
Regardless of time.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC