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Category Archives: Uncategorized
Classic Equation
A brief history of humbleness through fool’s prey– the meaning of pie.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged comedy, creaming process, eating humble pie, haiku, John Biscello, pie in the face, slapstick
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Fear and Loathing in Golgotha
Beatitude earned by way of human cruelty– The head count, shameful. (Film still from The Passion of Joan of Arc)
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, joan of arc, John Biscello, martyrdom, passion of joan of arc, poem, renee maria falconetti, saint, silent film
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Hemingway’s Ghost
Every day and age needs a clean well-lighted place to exact its charms.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged clean well lighted place, haiku, Hemingway, John Biscello, The Romantics, we'll always have paris
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The Way We Were
Something about sap, and scent, and leaving everything behind to avoid death by porcelain, and usher in the right rain in real-time. They had grown sick of being someone else’s decoys engineered to lure in god knows what on a … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged from out of the forest came, hold still a minute, John Biscello, nymphella, parasol, poem, vintage
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Grayscale
For millennia, a cross that stones bear nobly– mute throughout the din. (Installation by Yoko Ono)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, installation, John Biscello, on the rocks, poem, stones, yoko ono
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This Side of Paradise
Marshaling heaven the keys to the kingdom find writers typing.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, keys, poem, typewriter, vintage, writer's life
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Worn to Marvel
The old cobbler left behind a pair of shoes– fame became their lot. (Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh)
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, homage, John Biscello, old shoes, painting, poem, vincent van gogh
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This Way In
There is a holding that patterns its assured grip on a tender charge.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cheek to cheek, haiku, John Biscello, love is real, motherlove, photo, poem, we are family
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Cell Service
The reception is terrible up here. Perhaps when electricity is invented things will become clearer?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged John Biscello, life of brain, Monty Python, movie, poem, the bright side of life, transmissions
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Monkey Shines
Feed the trained monkey powdered love and sugar pills– No, he plays for fun.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, John Biscello, organ grinding monkeyboy, piano, primal instinct, the love button
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