Dolores La Bianco

Lake Geneva, Wisconsin

I have been writing poetry since third grade, seriously writing since my early twenties. I've a natural love of poetry. My hobbies are arts and crafts and crocheting. My work has been published with Sparrowgrass, World of Poetry, Poetry Forum, The National Library of Poetry, Illiad Press, Watermark Press, The International Society of Poets, Quill Books and Wisconsin Society of Poetry. I have received silver and golden awrds from World of Poetry plus numerous merit and honor awards. My ambition has always been to have my manuscript published in hard cover on a royalty basis. My motto is: Answer every knock at your door. Could be opportunity. I believe in doing my best at every thing and invoking God's help always.

The Challenge

You, there! With the gifted glib tongue
Conservative, yet you walk among
Beasts of men with minds uncouth,
Who speak a lie, yet search for truth.
Strong, hateful, ungodly lot!
You choose, then toss your pickings
Out to rot. You say not!!!
Then I challenge you to love me!

The Transition

Winter is drawing its last feeble breaths
Yet, a slushy, dirty-white refuse still remains
A blight to the eye, a bother to me, however,
Its disappearance will be a blessing
Welcomed by the new birth
Whose thirst it quenches.

Stolen From Time

I left my heart in hour-glass
Buried in the sands of time.
Someone tipped the hour-glass,
Replaced the sands with wine.
Then whispered into the sparkling brew
"Let this one hour be mine."

Time Is Eternity

From the epitomy of Hell,
My soul cried out
In anguish and despair,
"Love me; love me; love me!"
And you held out your hand to me
For it hurt you to see me there;
And you loved me, oh, yes, you loved me.
One fleeting moment, you showed me
You could care.

Life's Span

In the spring of life it started
Everything was like the oyster
Un explored, and no one knew about the pearl.
As the summers came and went
A bit of nectar from the flowers
Dared remain to lift the spirits of a girl.
But, too soon, it was forgotten
Like a life that fails to follow in
The footsteps set before . . . and many fall.
In the autumn of their years
When they count their joys and sorrows
No one stops to think that God might call.
Then suddenly, it's winter
Everything is white and still, even peaceful
If you're lucky in that day.
As the wheel of life turns slower
And the candle burns much lower
We'd give it all for spring . . . that ebbed away.