"luca" poems
Hey Human! I am your Sibling.
Queen bee wings are Ripped,
bee niblings are Smoked
For Your Honey Sweet.
Hey human! Listen your Sibling’s Buzz.
Tiger lost bones for Medicine,
Fox lost fur for Fashion,
Sharks lost fins for Soup.
Hey human! Do Not Butcher Siblings.
Simba’s life is not your Trophy,
Jumbo’s tusks are not Decors,
Helmets of Hornbills are not jewels.
Hey human! Do Not Reap Siblings.
Emperors of ice continent lost land,
Economics is making Amazon less,
Logging makes Orangutans homeless.
Hey human! Do Not Invade Siblings.
Warm oceans bleach corals,
Water depleted in cities,
We ingest plastic regularly.
Hey human! Do Not Desert the Earth.
Overfishing is holocaust of aquatic life,
Livestock levitates toxic emissions.
Hey human! Do Not Prey on Siblings.
Lichens stunned by pollution,
Symbionts are disintegrating,
Biodiversity is declining.
Hey human! Be Together with Siblings.
Hey Human! We are Offsprings of Mother Nature.
Monera, Animalia, Fungi, Plantae, Protista
all have common roots.
We are branches of the one Phylogenetic Tree
rooting Common Ancestry unto LUCA.
Hey Human! We are Siblings.
Hey Human! Recall your Siblings.
Hey Human! Revive your Siblings.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Biology TED talk, Ken Burns WWII
Multiple choice plus open response =
Teacher cares, out there among the English
Mathematics, fractions to imaginary i
Anything can happen any time, I mean
Mass killing--public school, movie theater,
Post office when every mother wears a gun
Yet happiness permeates like CO2 + sunlight
Photosynthesis + electricity = burning bush
Hot tea, hot shower pleasure perfect rest
Early to bed, no more lies, complexity
Poetry about history, i.e. Wolfowitz
As for non-fiction, most things qualify to know
Astrobiology, search for LUCA, FLO
Minerals on Titan, organisms on Enceladus
Divination on Iapetus, peace on Earth and Tethys
Volcanoes and tsunamis, Big Red One and Private Ryan
Don't stay up late, take your vitamins
Sin and crime being nothing more than
Mental malaise, imbalance. Love and compromise
Tolerance, practice worksheets, brilliance
Prejudice and superstition, Tha's a wrap
Nothin doin, ain't gonna happen, freedom's when
Yes is mostly a blessing and No is always an option
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 8:14 AM UTC
In the beginning we were opposite
Started with a drop is it
I liked the way you moved and
soon felt the groove
You were digging me and I was feeling you
Fluid and smooth
Nothing left to prove
You would be the the death of me
Take away the rest of me
Almost imperceptible
You gouged your way in
Damage irreparable
Away at my layers you're wearin’
Others start to stare and
Empty I remain
You
I could not contain
Left me with no companion
I
Simply
A Grand Canyon.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 8:09 PM UTC
I can't listen to
Heartbreak music
This one can't do
Hadn't got to use it
Now I'm twenty two
DO NOT LOSE IT
A short expression of my heaviest burden
First impressions, barely got a word in
Last impressions before you'd chosen him
Was we could be thorns on God's roses
Cause we would never part like Moses
Revelations
The story of my life
A book of my lies
But what is life without love
But death in disguise
If I die with our love
We can sing in blue skies
Daydreams while I'm awake
Remember all I want is fake
No closer do we quake
Than the sun and moon
The beauty he can never take
Wrestling dualities
Welcoming reality
Unfortunately
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 5:07 AM UTC
I laugh when I cry
Poison in my eye
Crazy fuggin guy
He who looks ablauf
Could never figure out
What clouds cry about
Cause a dream I wanna had was raining on my best days, and every boring morning there was a blue moon, started after meeting lost souls
Names locked in poetry
Immortal permanently
Unfortunately woe to me
Mind melts
Star belts
Deep felts
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
I tell her
YOU, made me happy
Seeing you
Looking at you
Hearing you
Listening to you
Talking with you
Talking to you
Smiling with you
Crying to me
YOU, made me happy
But I don't make you happy
I don't wanna be your friend
You have enough of them
It's my fault
I'm guilty
More love killed
By my feelings
I'm sorry..
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 3:29 AM UTC
It is true indeed that you do not know me
As I do not know you
But when I first saw you
My mind's senses were altered
Odd, as you've done nothing wrong to my knowledge
But it's as if I foresee a rude awakening in your eyes
Your spiritual stench draws me near as you walk towards that girl
A beautiful girl she is indeed
Then why must you suddenly attack her?
The words fired from your mouth
Invisibly pierce through her chest
Your friends begin to laugh
You feel proud
Cause' your a man
You make fun of women without second thoughts
Because you don't care what other people think
That is what being a man is all about right?
Making innocent girls cry
As they flee to a dark spot where they bleed from the wrists
I bet you feel like a manly man, don't you?
You're a sick son of a ***** that's what you are
In fear your words may hurt another, I continue to follow you around
There, those two boys at there lockers, you close in on your prey
Although you restrain from using your words
I learned shortly after, because you wanted to use your actions
How are those boys mothers going to feel
When their little boy comes home with a black eye
Oh but wait!
A manly man doesn't care what others think!
They even disrespect their own mothers!
Why manly man?
Why must have you hurt those boys
Because they were homosexual?
I have news manly man
Love, knows no gender
I've had enough
I'm fed up with you manly man!
Your heart is as cold as the night!
And your only goal is to show others that too!
Not if I can stop it, manly man
You just wait and see
I'll make sure you never walk again
Or even better
I'll make sure you'll never use your body again
I'll make it a package deal and take out your voice too!
No more words, no more limbs, I'll leave you crippled and mangled
But I'm sure you'll be fine
I mean, after all, you are a manly man
Right?
But I'll let you live, you know why?
Because I'm a real man
And I stick up for others, and I respect my mother
I respect girls, boys, blacks, whites
But never someone like you
© Luca Abate
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
As we sailed the fast river of Rhône
the steady sun bleached it a sparkling gold
like the treasures of Caesar’s kingdom
A curtain of fawn-silken tackle, shaded
back the fervidly garish star scatter,
and cooling flower-scented airs tickled
the senses like touching down-soft silk
"zhuang hong zhuang sheng" (Chinese)
“Put on airs’ - Peter and I are Gatsby gilded.
Why not dress - on luminous forenoons?
Pick a heart, any heart and ***** it, sharply,
with the sight of a handsome man.
I yet breathless, breathe
What weapon is sharper than libido?
I defend myself, with fashion’s sartorial sparkle.
Frankly, I was hoping for something passively ******
you know, foment a false perception - dazzle
with fancy outwork to tip the cosmic balance
Men will witness what they believe
.
.
song for this:
Desperately Trying by Club des Belugas, Anna Luca
10p.0615
Jun 15, 2024
Jun 15, 2024 at 10:07 PM UTC
Cause you see.
I can be rich and married to a woman in mediocrity;
Or I can be poor and with the woman of my dreams,
I'm sure of it.
Everyone wants a piece they can only get a tour of it.
Fussin for crumbs, I'm baking more of it.
But that's apparent; or superficial?
It's existential at the core of it.
I just need to feel.
Girl, show me something real.
Don't conceal from me.
You can get the deal from me.
We can go and peel.
You can grip the the wood grain wheel.
Make 'em tires squeal...
For me,
Is who I'm running from.
Upset with all I have and haven't done.
Under layers of writing,
Pounds of paper,
Tangles of letters,
Words rearranged,
Metaphors you may think strange.
But here I am.
Hiding in my forest of unspoken conversation.
Bits and pieces can you see me?
Look and listen do you hear me?
Maybe I feel lost because I've grown.
Trees happen to be bigger than shown.
Past poems come to mind.
Of trees;
Of me.
Of flowers;
Which happen to be about her.
Certainly, this same old ǝɔuɐp’
Cannot be my only stance.
This tree has legs,
I must move.
I just hope to not lose it,
As soon as I get in the groove.
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Not too sure where my mind is.
I seem to be losing my self.
Thoughts running in free verse,
Thots running in reverse.
I'm sorry I can't help my self.
Like I said I'm sorry,
I, really can't help my self
Losing everyone else.
I see now it's just me, I'm toxic.
Boy. Like you said it's not rocket
Science it makes sense.
I get how you feel.
But what tense are we in?
Is It something i did or you think I'll do?
I'm confused.
Removing my self from y'alls situation.
Losing people seems to be habituation.
Feelings burn in recreation.
Feelings burn for re-creation.
But it's not about the rhyme.
Literary rules meant to be broken.
Though when I'm free is when I find
The worst times.
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 2:03 AM UTC
Hold my hand dear Benjamin
don't let Professor Edwards
catch me in a dreamscape
challenging me off guard
as we sit in math class
hands clasped together
for when you knowingly
squeeze my hand tighter
scribbling with your right hand
the answer which is required
to be erased so as not caught out
but today as I look out
onto drifting clouded skies
I see the changes and I lose
myself in shapes and smoke
forging out homes, characters
stories into my past, present
and what could be in the future
nothing is taken from me, distracted
in an instant I'm Vivian Ward
racing around Hollywood
with my best friend Kit De Luca
who eats cold pizza for breakfast
and crawls the streets with me
hop scotching across the
Hollywood Walk of Fame,
five star terrazzo and brass stars, names of Hollywood greats
blonde, brunette elegance
Manolo's, mink coats,
jewelled necklines of emerald stones
we'd both dreamt as kids
Los Angeles; the City of Angels
we are the winged, we are the free
inhabiting the land of opportunity
the ladies of the night, grappling onto souls of kids, shared flat
with bunk beds and a closet filled
with 80's short tight spandex
leg warmers, faux gold earrings
bright coloured lingerie, leather bomber jackets, tutus...
oh and those perms and scrunchies
fake eye lashes, an 80's kid high as hell
being courted by an older wealthier man
living fast, dying young, a fugitive
of the land
broken
The silence I succumbed to
bruised by a cacophony of bells ringing
"never change Lou lou!"
he winked and smiled
packing his rucksack
leaving for the day.
© Sia Jane
“She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.”
Gustave Flaubert, “Madame Bovary”
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
your precious time ends now
others will see your distress
you filthy disgusting cow
i'll make sure your body will be left a mess
your life shall end at the end of a noose
or shall i go for a more painful approach?
have blood flow from your back like juice
crush your throat under my foot like a roach
do you understand how badly i want you to die?
i'm going to crucify you somewhere where everyone will see
just why your nowhere as good as me
© Luca Abate
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
It seems like a man can't be happy or sad
A man can't be sappy, y'all gettin' mad.
"All you do is sit at home. Go do something."
Constructing
"Where are you? Come home."
Undertones erupting
I do this for us alone.
Even if it's all for nothing.
Let's do, explore and roam.
Even if it's all for nothing.
Live life like I tore this poem.
Like life written,
All for nothing.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Love is not constant
It is always born again
It does not change it evolves
Bits encoded with failure and pain
Transfer to make for stronger foundation
Love does not die
It is killed
You can love someone who hates you
But you can't love someone you hate
For hate is the absence of love
Absence caused by death
Death caused, by absence
In this case.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Her eyes are the most beautiful things here
They start to fill up with tear
But only when I'm around her
So It's best I leave my dear
© Luca Abate
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
The moon cried, fearing she was dull.
Her gift was only ever from another.
Why, even her birth was of cull,
Her need for lover after lover.
Darling the sun shines on your flaws.
Revealing your all
And we
Children, stand in awe.
Mouths, wide, gapeing
At the beating, you've been taking.
Earth shaking and wave making,
Fragile, like waves breaking.
We love you for your light,
My midnight sun.
Raging, raging,
In the night.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Let the blood from your forehead
Trickle down your face
So you can witness
The Thinners Of The Herd
© Luca Abate
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
With each passing day we grow.
In the garden my fingers graze the blades of grass
then down your face; stopping to tease a dimple.
You are fastidious as I, in turn, am a static stone.
Yet we hold each other in place,
like an anchor that has found it's way.
Even in the garden we cannot stop the clock.
And isn't that every one's wish?
To remain in time immemorial?
When He arrives time quickens
and we wish even greater to slow it's pace,
but for other reasons, better reasons.
The tyranny of time, how it's never in our favor;
or quite the contrary.
And in the garden we watch Him grow with the grass;
for we are no longer up in arms with time.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
You,
Pull her in all directions.
Dull in her perfections.
Affections like gravel.
Took a trip because she needed to unravel.
She said to unravel her.
Wayward traveler,
Lost in all directions,
Tossed imperfection,
Take what you need.
Naked eyes don't see conceit.
“I'm sorry for my deceit”,
Your fallacy defeat.
Maybe you should take a seat.
Understand, real men are naught weak.
Toil in sweat all week.
Ripping it to make ends meet.
But y'all do you.
I never meant to,
Pull her in all directions.
Dull in her perfections.
Affections like gravel.
Took a trip because she needed to unravel.
Sincerely,
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 8:48 PM UTC
It came out positive
I can't breathe
I wish I could faint
But my body stays conscious
Was it worth it, Luca?
His eyes on your body for those twenty minutes
His lips on your neck
His breath on your ear
I don't look different
I don't feel the life growing inside of me
Do I destroy the object of our bond?
This isn't an object...
This is a person
This is a baby
This is my baby
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
Separate but a single page
Full of prophecy but never to face
In the same book but it's a new chapter
Full of pain and of our laughter
Quick turn the page and pray to master
And at the end you take me and I take you
And rest for eternity in a beautiful disastrous
Rapture.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
Red, flows the rivers of blood
Escaping from my arm and wrist
All memories of course
Since i refuse to pick up the blade
But the longer i stare at the healing scars
The greater my temptation grows
A violent addiction
Like a lion in a cage
The strange urge is kept away yet another day
And for that I am grateful, but for what?
Surely it won't hurt to go at it again
The wounds heal, the scars fade, no?
Never the less, I won't do it
I've come to far, to throw my towel
And in all of this, my friends
I believe there's a message to receive
If you are to find me
With the monster's claws on my arm
Then truly you will know
Something is very wrong
© Luca Abate
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Maybe I’m too simple
or too shallow
but I’m not angry.
What’s wrong with me?
I was trying to think
of someone I hate,
Jews, CIS guys, republicans,
palestinians, blacks, democrats,
the left handed, authority figures,
central americans, parents, vagrants,
the usual suspects, but I’m coming up empty
Things aren’t perfect
don’t get me wrong
I’ve got a pug nose
a flat chest
a giant forehead
and too much work to do
but I’m trying my best—
Worse yet, I’ve no plummeting anxieties
no obvious neurosis
—that one could be a misdiagnosis
no painful hangnails
no sad life tales
no addictions to defend
or hated ex-boyfriends
I have no emo hooks to pin my verse.
no current melodramas to cozen and coerce
between you and me, I think I’m off the rails
It’s really no wonder my poetry pales.
Yeah, that’s what’s wrong with me.
.
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Songs for this:
Gee, Doctor by Dimie Cat
Sweet Lovin' (feat. Anna-Luca & Iain Mackenzie) by Club des Belugas
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 11:47 PM UTC
Maybe I'm not an artist
Maybe I'm not a poet
Maybe I can't paint a picture
Maybe I'll never know it
Maybe I haven't seen enough
Maybe I'm not looking
Maybe life's been rough
Maybe I'll keep booking
Between a rock and a hard place
Choose which to carve adventures face
Beautiful and strong
A mute-it-all song
My sweet reverence
'O heat feverence
Fury o’ thy severance
Cheap cheap cadence
False false brilliance
•ǝɔuɐp
here am Though the
I doing old
same
-Luca Ivaldi
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where nobody is perfect
And nothing is always correct.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people laugh and talk
Where people cry and walk
Where people hate and love
Where eagles and doves soar above
Where people swim and surf
And chat about Google Chrome.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where spring is the best season
Welcome to Earth, grandson
Where people talk and walk
Where soon you will use a fork
And a knife to eat like everybody else
In order to feed a bigger body in the house.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
To be with a big and talented family
In order to sing and play music, to see beauty
And misery, to help and to write about everything
Under the sun, the moon and a beautiful spring.
The world is not perfect
And nobody is always correct
Welcome Home, my boy
Believe me
Life is not a perfect toy
Please trust me.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Where people dream and hope
Disappoint and rise up to fight
Wash off dirt with water and soap
And get fraught in the middle of the night.
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth
Be safe and be ready to surf
And to learn more about Google Chrome
Welcome Home
Welcome to Earth.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to Baby Luca Levi, my grandson.
Good Health, Long Life, Hope, Peace and Love!
Copyright © March 26, 2023, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC