"positano" poems
*The red light of the sun
Slowly descending
The sky is all I see
It’s never ending
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Music on the hillside
Piano in a villa over there
Violin below
Fireworks above
A beat – a beating heart
Someone begins to sing
The red light of the sun
Slowly descending
The sky is all I see
It’s never ending
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Is this place real
The ocean below
The red sky above
The music
Romance on the wind.
Sing with me
The wind plays with the leaves
The weather turns colder
But as long as we believe
Love doesn’t get older
We could fly
You and I
On a cloud
Only after one leaves
Does this place become real
A crown jewel midst a rocky cliff
A place so beautiful its
Memory etches itself into your soul
Food to die for
Drinks to fight for…
On a journey of the heart
There’s so much to see
When the sky is dark
You’ll be right here
Right here with me
Good morning I vow*
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Jamming jellyfish
Top-Me
((Giddy App Seahorse))
The horseradish on
my lap______
The jolly Jelly
Gefilte Fish
Little help from my friends
How we click the laptop
One dent to Deceive me
The Rock and Rolling
Stomach his smoke went
Like *** Cheese)
he leaves me
The spicy tongue map
Z-Top Zany Chilli Pepper____
your # tap dance tap
Italian top of
the cheese designer skirt
The outskirts of Naples
Her sweet dimples, please
The Islands of Sicily
So many Cheese forms
Terms of Endearment
Mama Mia Murano-Positano
Her lips of Romano Cheese
(To Top Me) Challenge me
Cheese doesn't mix
with cappuccino,
she's the Capri
Ala Denti
Cheese Wiz chair
Mediterranean Wines
Bear men doing low
sips of time
the grisly(Z) pour
The car smelled like
Flight (Top Me) Swiss air
Meet Dominique
How it went La Cirque
Anti Christ Devil Red-bed
cheese mystique
SOS to their notes
PS the junk car in
Midas the makeover
Make-up artist counter
Clinique
I could paint over your hood
Creamy mind put at ease
He's so displeased
New castle disease
Mingling social disease
She's so infectious
ZZ- Top me rock me
Eyes bloodshot you got me
And nevertheless
With twelve and V
V- Vamps tramps
and 14 karats
The French Lieutenant
Mistress Brie with heavy
bite teeth like garnets
Cher turning back time
The burlesque striptease
Come back little Sheba
Z Top Queen of Sheba
I know it's coming soon____?
All Tight claustrophobic
The tight squeeze
Him speaking
Mandarin Oranges
The British Colony
Unique Chinese languages
Her hills, San Francisco
Jack Nicholson
Comedy of China town
The American Women
Smile cheese at the Disco
The food Cantonese
style
Z muscles Hercules
Joan Rivers
Fashion Police
The Cheese of Portuguese
Its the meat market
With his nifty thrifty Neice
All Socrates
(Gromet and Cheese)
Those Brooklyn
workers
The Falcon Matese____*
More cheese Z-Top
Who could ever top
The string cheese
Silken strings became
to rest, I rest my cheese
What cheese fascinates you
Tell me?
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
Today is November 3rd,
and I'm thinking about how we all want
to be known,
to be loved.
We all wish for those intimate conversations
that never seem to end, conversations that don't
require effort.
I think it should be that way, but as you get older and
keep trying with these "intimate conversations"
you realize that it's hard to find that one person
to have it with.
We all want that someone to not just debate with,
but to talk about the colors in the fall time or
how short life sometimes feels.
I feel that it is in these moments of intimacy
when people fall in love.
It's all honesty, no ********
And yet, we keep trying to achieve the perfect
"intimate conversation" like in the movies- hoping
their magic will rub off on us.
In trying to achieve it, don't we lose out on the
authenticity of intimacy?
To be intimate, truly intimate, there is honesty,
there is authenticity.
And despite everything, that's what I felt when I was with you.
If I never see you again, thank you for reigniting the flame to my
life's passions.
If we do, I'll see you in Positano.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
We'll run away together, love
To the shores of Italy
Among the rows of grape vines
Beneath the willow trees
We'll buy a villa in Positano
Red brick and marble, by the sea
We'll dance with wine and moonlight
If you'll run away with me
In the boutiques and cafes
We'll drink espresso and high tea
The pebble streets call out your name
Come with me now, let's flee
A one-way ticket is simply frugal
I'm sure you will agree
We'll kiss beneath the Elba stars
And create a new reality
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
terracotta pink
sun-washed peach
they tumble down
tumble they do
to the sea
Positano
the Amalfi coast
its steep and
slanted streets
Positano
where wisteria
grows on hotel walls
though paint does peel
stucco crumbles
and awnings fade
Positano
even in its sometimes
tattered state
it's still a weathered beauty
Whit Howland © 2019
Oct 4, 2019
Oct 4, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC