TOMORROW
Always on the shores of life,
love is the diary of its passage,
each leaf a beach
every grain of sand a... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 7 months ago
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The scenery
I am contemplating my life -
Crossing the infinite bridge
that leads me to the source
that drags my wounds.
I will look for the nectar of your kisses
to calm my agonies
and in the placid enchantment
of your breath, I will... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 7 months ago
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Our century does not run with windmills
In incessant sowing of words
the dreamer walks around the earth.
They call him Don Quixote, just like that,
He is a poet and knows how to fight with beasts.
Of dreams and illusions possessed
He... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 7 months ago
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JOYFUL DAWN... 2023
Cautious goes my step through your burning skin,
seeking shelter for my tired walk, attached I am
to the stem of your flower and your honey,
logs are from my hazardous life in desert lands.
It will no longer be the... – by Joseph Berolo | 9 Views added 1 year ago
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¡Mom! Without you,
what other reason to come home...
have faith from birth in truthful love..
.the daily struggle...
the perennial walk the paths of war and pain?
without you, mon --- all deeds, in vain ---
'cause without you,
all walks are... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Seven wanted to "reach the stars and seven went there and beyond" to stay forever and forever shine upon the... – by Joseph Berolo | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Seven Beings of Light
Inspired by memorial prayers
and ceremonies held today at The Johnson Space Center
¡So much pain again, Oh God!
For it was this earth
framed by Chawla’s eyes,
the landing path never reached
by seven beings of light... – by Joseph Berolo | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Seedless Days
Somewhere lost in time,
lies the somber face of life
once lived in a furious pace
to have it all and yet
to leave so much undone.
Days of youth gone under
as if fate were so, all its candor,
its resolve converted
in the... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Sad do not feel
when facing wrinkles,
fallen leaves
and petals strewn
upon the garden
of our autumn days...
For if all that surfaces,
changed and pale and aged,
is the burned skin
of long ago departed
summer days,
but still, the soul... – by Joseph Berolo | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Let not the drums of war resound but this song of peace and love
Quietly winter walks the warmer paths
of summer hidden in the cold beyond;
peace is sought in all corners of the land
and time is here to rest and sing a song.
Of life, it... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Of Death No More
September two thousand and one forever
It is the walk of the naked
on the road to faded hopes,
the land scorched by hate
and faceless beings resolve
to die and death along prolong.
Of life devoid appear the world
and yet... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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January 1st. 2000
Lost I am in the immensity of my fate,
dazed by the passing of my time,
alone in the sandy space deserted
left by Him behind.
He made me and all I am—
devoid of light another to brighten life,
his, forged on hardy... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Defiant me
Knowingly defiant of things gone awry,
I feel the endless pain it causes to rebel
against rebellion, when, not in chivalry,
the struggle is for evil, not to excel.
Deliver me ¡Oh Furies! from inferno unchained,
when submerged... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Just a Fling
Retirement was a fling, a passing thought, a dawn ... – by Joseph Berolo | 1 View added 1 year ago
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In Remembrance - 911
Beams of Faith the heavens travel,
— no more distant
the eternal pain inflicted-
from the burning ground
of our many dreams devoured
by wings of fire from hell.
A time of doom it was;
-and of seeds of hope,
of hero's... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Poem a new Harvest
I could write a poem on the naked skin
of the woman I love.
My pen, a hand of petals,
of soft strokes and lines,
and rhythm and caressing psalms,
traversing the geography
of her thoughts;
A written journey through
the... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Day oj Joy
I have crossed the deepest ocean
back to where all began long ago,
and yet, remain in body and soul
planted in the shores of evermore.
¡Behold! I owe my life a prayer
of strength, for this is the season
of returns, journeys... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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- Cannot be
absconded not the gilded sun
when at dawn in lazy path
barely appearing,
the morning filled with sorrow,
know the dream is gone in darkness.
Cannot be! to have loved so much
the bridal nubile feel, a light so brief,
turned a... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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The war is over!
To my daughter Vivianne
Where are you, my daughter, on Palm's day of Joy?
Where in a burst or sigh of dry desert winds,
does your valiant youth inhabit, seeking remnants
of millennial clashing in endless darkest nights?
... – by Joseph Berolo | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Let it not be said
Let it not be said that it dawns in the twilight
the mind wrapped in absurd wanderings
and the heart weakened by restless nights
without wanting to beat again with ancient verve.
Let it not be said that being in... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Days of Pain
And there was sadness
and so many cried in the abyss of despair;
our souls and lives knew of ghostly rain of death
and of caves of doom so near,
so close to the labyrinths of fear—
the way we were one day,
no more, no... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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What is left
In the air, a soft, warm breeze.
In the breeze,
a gentle sound.
In the sound,
a name of love. In the name, of some profound, pure, and sweet gift of grace,
for all times remembered well.
In such a gift,
an island sea of... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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At dawn it was
911
When at dawn in lazy path barely appearing,
the morning was filled with sorrow
the dream was gone in darkness
¡Cannot be! To have loved so much
the bridal nubile feel,
a light so brief,
turned a wreaked charm.
... – by Joseph Berolo | 1 View added 1 year ago
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Upon the graves
Tender is the light
and bright still the flame
upon the Towers gone today
In a sudden flash of death.
Land of souls alive.
their dreams remain above the graves
America remembers pain unknown before
a year ago in... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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A most delightful journey
A song to You,
my nest to roost in ways I cannot reckon.
A song to let the pen dispense sweet strokes and lines and rhythms for you to feel like
incense caressing the corners of your land.
To let it be a journey... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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I am only the reflection of the light that flows from the bards of the world, and poet because I live in their vicinity
Repentism at sunset
Because in life
we are travelers of the myth
and the mirage
and the oaks and the palms
in the... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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I ask the Muses
to inspire me to write a poem
like none before composed.
To let my pen dispense
softer strokes and lines,
and rhythm and caressing psalms,
traverse the geography
of a woman’s thoughts;
To be a journey of life
through... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Life and Hope
You have become the star
of our heaven, the sweetest
bundle of joy ever to appear
to make our lives the purest.
May your lovely eyes
shine upon your Mom's life
and your Dad's path
to make their world a happier one.
You... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Song of Bliss
Reclined I am in awe upon my garden's rose ... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Song Of Exile
Oh, my distant island,
the swelling sea,
the grave of dreams,
the path of no return!
Gone are the days of feast
at home before the war;
a boat at dawn departed,
unknown the shore beyond.
So many of us on board
exiled from... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Thanksgiving Day 2001
Today, of all Thanksgiving days,
our land remains in pain and fear,
ashes burning still and fire ablaze,
where gardens flourished, only tears
and a veil of sadness on the face.
¡Cry no more, my land of peace
and... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Time has come....
...to catch the gentle wind and sail
above the waves, across the deep,
on to new resolve, unshaken faith,
and love the freshness of the day.
...to learn from having lost a battle;
the fragile ship of the moment sunk
in... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Of War and Hopes
Stars are shining, the earthly stars of Bogota,
bright and warm above the green savanna
hanging close to touch, the night of cries
and woes defied with lasting rays of hope.
Far Up North, my other home, kept awake
... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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What of Age?
Sad do not feel
when facing wrinkles,
fallen leaves
and petals strewn
upon the garden
of our autumn days.
For if all that surfaces,
changed and pale and aged,
is the burned skin
of long ago departed
summer days,
but... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Where are you, Love, today? Where in bursts or sighs upon the wind your pointed arrow seeking love in earnest fly traverse the... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Winter's Fall
It happened early on a fateful day under the absent sun of winter, ... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Woman
It was dawn the moment we met...
dawn...to lie awake, light and blue,
warm sunrise and sweet singing
of early birds upon the sky...
Your bright, limpid eyes
are lakes of pristine waves
where to lie abandoned
to the purity of your... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Desert moon
Irak 2003
Under the desert moon, in another time,
my great little traveler of a war
that keeps the night from dawn—
she inhabits the stars of her remote land.
Awake in watch over the infernal sand
of unfriendly dessert—... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Time to Sail
It seems that always, come December,
we arrive loaded with strange afflictions,
immersed in sordid webs of errors, fever
of desires, vain, and fiery passions.
Yet today, light as younger winds,
our ship crosses swift in... – by Joseph Berolo | 10 Views added 1 year ago
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Dawn of a new day
Let the season of the smiles arrive
with its warm glow of new dawns
to fill with lights, the existence and
of smooth breezes the course of every day
Do not forget to watch yesterday that dies
in the pale reflection of... – by Joseph Berolo | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Fullness
I live under the glare of a star
detached from the short earthly path
attached to the love of true life
in the mystical bed of eternity.
The hours were of the time consumed,
lonely passage to worlds of vain chimeras,
path... – by Joseph Berolo | 3 Views added 1 year ago
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Winter's Fall
It happened early on a fateful day
under the absent sun of winter,
when nothing was the king of reign,
and the walk was on paths of err.
A constant drip of watery ice fell
on the tepid path from above my head,
and all that... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Song of Bliss
Reclined I am in awe
upon my garden's rose
in blossom, the gentle wind
caressing silky petals,
hands in motion
waving in the morning air,
tender dawns of honey,
bread and wine,
served with joy and fervor
past the night of... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Seedless Days
Somewhere lost in time,
lies the somber face of life
once lived in a furious pace
to have it all and yet
to leave so much undone.
Days of youth gone under
as if fate were so, all its candor,
its resolve converted
in the... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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My Pleasure...
To write a poem and let the plume
dispense my odes and rhythms
for you to feel, incense caressing
the corners of your land.
To let it be a journey of life
through the fertile valley
where only you, in festive grace,
sailing... – by Joseph Berolo | 1 View added 1 year ago
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WITH MYSELF
Restless I go, these days, without knowing
the cause that affects my senses. I invoke
the muses of my time, to search in the herd
of things that inhabit me, the reason of my ways.
I've been touring the pages of my diary
with... – by Joseph Berolo | 4 Views added 1 year ago
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Semplicemente mortale
Comune mortale dici di essere,
fortunato mortale sei
che non vanta potere
e vuole solo essere quello che è.
un amico vero
che tratta tutti in uguale maniera,
e senza pretese, il sentiero
dell'amore viaggia come... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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I, Bard, believer of dawns and sunsets,
I walk the path of wanting to love,
crazy tied to a thousand designs and to so many beings
that it is no longer enough to say that I long to BE.
I, Quixote lose in La Mancha of my domain,
I insist on... – by Joseph Berolo | 1 View added 1 year ago
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LOVE OH, LOVE!
I am contemplating my life.
The crossing is the infinite bridge
that leads me to the fountain
that drags all my wounds.
I will seek the nectar of your kiss
to calm my agonies
and in the placid rapture
of your breath, I... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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At the gate
.3.11.2022
A fleeting detachment of mine is this
from the agitated running of my arteries
to fly to the void of the nothing
that awaits my arrival.
I want to anticipate the dawn
when I undertake the announced trip
and... – by Joseph Berolo | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Calendar Leaves
Today I have turned in, my beloved,
the leaves of my calendar
and let my fantasies fly
like tears of a rosary.
The hours have flown away,
dates have lost their motive,
just the singing birds remain
breathing memories in... – by Joseph Berolo | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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Just an Hour
Just an hour
to last a thousand years,
for it is my fear
to pass my time on earth
avoiding death
and yet to meet my fate,
to do so much
almost in a breath,
to build a world
to last beyond the grave,
to love, to plant,
to... – by Joseph Berolo | 8 Views added 1 year ago
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An instant was of light
of summer dawn and blue
of hope upon the sky...
and then no more but doom
and fury of hell upon the land.
A cloud of death for us all
to walk the path of no return.
The empire is grieving,
our souls in ashes drown,
... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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In the air, a soft, warm breeze.
In the breeze, a gentle sound.
In the sound, a name of love.
In the name, some profound,
pure and sweet gift of grace,
for all times remembered well.
In such a gift, an island sea
of gracious hills and... – by Joseph Berolo | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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Keeper of my poem
born the instant deeply felt
of New Year’s first beat of joy,
I travel newer paths
filled still with yesterdays
Calmly marching with the past,
aboard my ship of dreams
departed ones travel silently,
soundless wings... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Let it not be said
Let it not be said that it dawns in the twilight
the mind wrapped in absurd wanderings
and the heart weakened by restless nights
without wanting to beat again with ancient verve.
Let it not be said that being in... – by Joseph Berolo | 5 Views added 1 year ago
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And God created Mom
Of all times millennium's past of every year,
month and day, from creations dawn,
from all the journeys of mankind
to this morning of your reign.
Mom! Without you, what other reason
to live another day, to wear... – by Joseph Berolo | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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I dreamt of a garden blossoming in a desert;
of bells ringing in the modest tower of a church, above a pristine land of births and joy galore,
somewhere in the East beyond my lore.
I dreamt of the busiest of all beehives,
... – by Joseph Berolo | 6 Views added 1 year ago
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A most delightful journey
A most delightful journey
A song to
You, my nest to roost in ways I cannot reckon.
A song to let the pen dispense
sweet strokes and lines and rhythms f
or you to feel
like incense caressing the corners of... – by Joseph Berolo | 2 Views added 1 year ago
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Fullness
I live under the glare of a star
detached from the short earthly path
attached to the love of true life
in the mystical bed of eternity.
The hours were of the time consumed,
lonely passage to worlds of vain chimeras,
path... – by Joseph Berolo | 7 Views added 1 year ago
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