by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 What a ghastly, ghastly thing, That a child so young, must drink The cup; feel the sting. Lost innocence comes swift, or by degree. What awful nursery rhymes We now sing; what memes. What soulful freedom's Bell that drums; the terrible truth resounds.
By Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Joy radiates from just beyond, Yet, just beyond my grasp. Continue Reading...
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Papa, tell me why Do you think,The flowers drink, Not from their mouths, But, from their feet?And, how does a roseSmell so good, thoughIt hasn't a nose?Papa, how, do you think?Tell me all that you know.And, Papa, tell me please,Why they're called leavesWhen they never G0 anywhere ever;Why aren't … Continue reading Flowers and Days
By Paul C. Binotto © 2019 True beauty, is truth, bestowed, And found in the gain of loss... Continue Reading...
Edited by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 After seeing most of the United States, I shipped out for overseas, landing in Scotland, of which we were trucked down to Southampton, England, and entered our barracks near a British Camp. We spent three months there before shipping out – crossing the English Channel in pontoon boats, … Continue reading Peter Binotto Sr. – WWII Memoir -In His Own Words
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Copyright, Got it right,Got a right,to write.I've got it sealed-up tight.Alt 0169, no mere alternate trite.So, if you're looking for a fight,Remember, "might makes right", and the like...Alt 0169, preemptive, mighty missile strike.Such a lovely, lovely sight; what's not to like?Let my ©, ©, be your carbon-copy guiding light, … Continue reading Alt 0169
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Front Porches,Knee-walled, castle-fortress;Sentry station, marvelous appended creation,For taking stock of self and nation.Slowly and with little pomp, a flag-hand rises above the brow, on boney pole, and, Flaps a wind waving salute.