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Tag Archives: Poetry
Parasol
Will wonders never cease to freeze in place Beauty’s corseted voice, how we kiss rain between slats of sunlight and thin air?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, classic, John Biscello, ladies, parasol, poem, Poetry, rain, sunlight, vintage, women
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Rails
Manic with vigor, city’s chaste love affair with itself, off the rails.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, coney island, futurism, John Biscello, New York, poem, Poetry, train, urban
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Unrequited
Pale girl’s greenest grief, fleeced by soft seedless petals– Hands blooming to freeze.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged death, dreams, grief, haiku, hamlet, innocence, John Biscello, love, Ophelia, poem, Poetry, shakespeare, unrequited love
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Unmade
We, running and running in place, fearful of cellular retakes, were arranged to be unmade– vagrants to symmetry’s tow.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged cells, cellular, destiny, human, John Biscello, poem, Poetry, symmetry, unmade
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Epitaph
Eden as live bait, we fall hook line and sinker– Epitaph for love.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged badlands, bait, bisti badlands, eden, garden, innocence, invocation, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, romance
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Prism
Bathing in prism, beloved praise of warm hands– Grace freely given.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged blessing, bodhisattva, dwan light sanctuary, grace, haiku, hands, John Biscello, love, poem, Poetry, praise, prism, rainbow
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Lake
Lady of the lake of sorrows and penitence– How deep is your blue?
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged Beauty, Blue, haiku, John Biscello, lady of the lake, lake, las vegas, moody, New Mexico, penitence, poem, Poetry, sadness, sorrow, storrie lake, twilight
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Altar
At the blank altar, a woman swallowed hard truths– no stone left unturned.
Posted in Artwork, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged altar, art installation, Artwork, cleaning piece, exhibit, haiku, John Biscello, museum, poem, Poetry, stones, woman, yoko ono
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Scroll
One man’s boyish scroll as the road map for parched throats– Long-running well-spring.
Posted in Books, Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged beat generation, classics, haiku, jack kerouac, John Biscello, Literary, literature, on the road, poem, Poetry, scroll, spirit
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Kingdom
Keys to the kingdom, one graceful peck at a time– No wings required.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged haiku, Heaven, John Biscello, keys, kingdom, Literary, poem, Poetry, story, typewriter, wings, writing, writing life
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