by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Children’s chortlings in the play-ground Are carried on wind-wings into my open window. Oh, beautiful, innocent, purity of sound. About the garden, symphonic seeds of melody and beat and chords are sown; In wild cacophony thrown. An orchestra’s tuning, Prelude to Boccherini, or Bach, or Mozart; Morning preening of … Continue reading Waylaid in Rome
Category: Poetry
Is There Algebra in Heaven?
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Is there Algebra in Heaven?Or, Biology, Chemistry, History - Poetry?Will nineteen times seven,Divided by three, still equal forty-Four point three? Or,Will something I'm not doing down here count for more?
Before the First Footsteps Break
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Maiden Nature gowned in white. Like porcelain, crisp and bright. Such a lovely, lovely sight, Stepping out into the wintery, silent night. Before the world's awake.Before the first footsteps break,And, the peace and silence, take,As the rumblings of another day begin to quake.Silence and sister peace, were made first for … Continue reading Before the First Footsteps Break
Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm What could be the harm, In walking in the shallows, Closer to the shores of all things hallow? If I bought the farm What would be the harm, In resting in breezy mellow Than head-on into windy bellow? Where’s the harm Walking arm … Continue reading Matthew, Mark, and Lukewarm
Spring
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 March’s out, the way it came. April’s come, so have the rains. Gone’s the memory of winter pains. April’s tears, cry for May,Sun and rain softens the Potter's clay.
Piercings
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Oh, sweet mother pelican, Do set your wet red kiss As seal upon daughter Éireann’s Thirsting waxen lips. That she may taste from you, what is Purest mother’s unmolest’d “Yes”. Because you had no other milk to give, Crimson stains your tender breast To serve yourself to … Continue reading Piercings
Armageddon
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 The greatest battle between God and Satan Is waged within the breast of man, Over whose flag in hoist, will stand, on Those swiftly settling sands. The soul the spoils, the flesh, Armageddon.
Locking Self Out
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Mother Church sets her eternal clock Hands against time’s infernal march. The pendulum, the key to Heaven’s lock, Swings its narrow span, Between faith and reason. Every season, in rhythm to God’s plan. Persona Christi on high Pontiff perch sits. And, beneath upraised Gothic brow A universal … Continue reading Locking Self Out
Wealth
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 To those who need to keep score, wealth for the rich, is measured in gold. Children, the treasured bullion reserved most for the poor. Crystal high ceilings, over dirt floor, speak to position, speak to the station, But the best measure of a nation, is still the wealth … Continue reading Wealth
Blossoms and Robins
by Paul C. Binotto © 2018 While new-seed still sleeps within its sack, And the tools on racks, still burnish rusty stain,the blossoms and the birds have just come backto roost upon tree limbs, again. Proud Robins display, from out unbuttoned coats, their rosy vests. Loud and busy, they are about the knitting of new … Continue reading Blossoms and Robins
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