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Collective Poem
As we made our way up the mountain, the mist engulfed
The mountain. We hurried to find shelter, where we could
Drink our wine and watch the smoke rise to the heavens.
We were creating poems. We were not alone, but we were in good company.
(Tony Briscella, Matt Bernardo, John Deliso)
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Stars Above,
Sand Below,
The Cold, Salty water-
Splashes rythmically...
Against our naked bodies.
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To pick Chrysanthemum.
To make it inot wine.
To drink the bottle-
Alone.
Amongst the dried leaves,
On a brisk Autumn night.
To fall asleep-
Empty bottle in hand.
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Taking the Northward trail
Upward
Towards the Summit
Through the mist and clouds.
The storm moves in,
Bottle in hand-
I don't care.
The top at last.
Lighting strikes!
By: Matt Bernardo
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The warm wind supports the bird
As he glides toward a branch
CRASH.....
He has misjudged his landing
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This is what we are not used too...
Chaos is its own unique form
Disorder has its own place
The kind of central magnificence that one cannot realize is taking place
The beauty in sound and movemet
We can still view this as nature
By Jon DeLiso
Craving for Possessions
Spending countless hours on work
Who owns who?
Drinking glass after glass
The wine begins to disappear
I fall asleep, in hope for a better tomorrow
A frosted mug of beer comes my way
Along with confrontation
For a sober man's thought, are a drunk man's words
by Tony Briscella |
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