by Paul C. Binotto © 2021 Listen neighbor and friend,though we may rarely agree.You see the forest, while I see the tree.I, a curve, you, a bend.You, the blue, me, the red. You, the heart, and I, the head.Let’s face it and admit.Without either part, a body is dead.Let’s race not after guilt, nor to … Continue reading The Appeal
By Paul C. Binotto © 2020 Everyone must confront personal limitations. It's better to approach them, not as rails in a fence in which you are surrounded, erected to hold you back. But, as rungs in a ladder, to be surmounted.
Poem of thoughts and impressions on learning about the fire of Notre Dame de Paris on the day it nearly burned to the ground.
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 Christo-Caucasian-Masculinity, To all three, I have an intimate affinity. If this makes me your worst enemy, May you find in God's love, the remedy, To the missed occasion to find the friend in me.
by Paul C. Binotto © 2019 So, you say, daddy wouldn't approve of meWho are you to even make that call?Maybe you really didn't know daddy at all.It's getting so I can't even talk to you freely. Why is this all such a shock to you,After all the miles I've walked with you.It wasn't that I … Continue reading Opened Letter
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?
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
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
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.
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