Peppino Vlannes

Fairfax, Virginia

Peppino started writing poetry as a teenager. He married Katherine Batzis in June of 1949. They have two loving and endearing children: son, Nickolas, and daughter, Katherine. He is a Military and Civil Service retiree. His poetry memberships include The International Society of Poets (ISP) and the Southern Poetry Association (SPA). He is the recipient of many poetry awards including two recent ISP International Poet of Merit Awards. He has poems published in over sixteen anthologies including anthologies of The National Library of Poetry and SPA, and is listed in SPA's "Who's Who in Poetry." His second anthology, "Kaleidoscopes In Rhyme," is a prize winner; a third is underway. Peppino says, "Poetry opens vistas of life's beautiful and unusual perceptions for everyone." You may Email him at Vlannes@aol.com.

The Love You Bring To Me

There is a love that brought two hearts together
with sweet strands secured endearingly,
'til the ties, seeming at first so fragile
have grown strong binding me with thee.

There's a love bonding two hearts with caring,
that the eyes of love alone can see.
but the love, making each day enchanting,
is your love shining bright for me.

There's a love, spun tenderly entrancing,
etching dreams you bring beguilingly,
yet the dreams that are the most endearing,
are the dreams you would weave for me.

There's a love bringing our hearts true meaning
both our hearts will share eternally,
but the love brimming my heart with rapture
is the love that you bring to me.

The Valley Of Enchantment

When a gentle breeze is whisp'ring
in the glamour of the night,
as it brings in ling'ring fragrance
it completes a dream's delight.
Then my thoughts are fondly roving
to a spot I'll always know
in the Valley of Enchantment
it's the place I often go.

When the night is full of splendor
as a bright moon softly gleams,
when the Milky Way is leading
to my sylvan land of dreams,
then it's there I will be heading
for another rendezvous,
in the Valley of Enchantment
where I always am with you.

Escapees

They slept through beauty of the night
They winged into the morning light.
They danced through all the turbid morn-
I was bereft, and sad - forlorn.
They skipped through afternoon's bright beams,
and sailed away with moonlight's gleams.
They mirthfully would dance with glee.
They cried, and then they laughed at me.
They came and went throughout each day.
Those unscribed poems just slipped away.

Books

Books are ships that carry men around the earth.
Books are vessels rolling by with tales of mirth.
Books are derelict hulks that bear a gloomy tale
telling of those lives that once were ships in sail.
Books are frigates fighting for the cause they hold.
Books are freighters bearing deeds that worlds unfold.
----The thing that makes a book be sought
is every page contains a thought.