Portrait

Portrait

A Poem by Italian Pride
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Still nature provides immortal lessons, especially with Law. This is a little something to relate my ideals to nature.

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Mysterious willows sigh with the breeze,

As ambitious lovers sneak in a squeeze.

Upon Monet's parchment these lovers dwell,

Canvas with colors they all find so swell.

 

Symphony of reds and yellows with blue,

Modest shading helps to enhance the hue.

Euphoric the timeless nature of life,

To allow all creatures who choose no strife.

 

As trees are bound to strive to go upwards,

The lovers now bind and keep so much words.

So naked the truths that lie about us,

We overlook them like blinded chorus.

 

Plain as the bee should grow to be yellow,

It also shall sting but then turn mellow.

A stinger removved is left be harmless,

Unless the stung contrives the mark heal less.

 

Snake so venomous strikes the unwanted,

No one shall mourn mice, the wind not shifted.

Circular be universe that surrounds,

With the image of self so mirror sounds.

 

Plant thy fruit trees with most pleasant soil,

Water and feed them so they don't spoil.

Look all around you if you care to see

You avoid shaping poor realities.

© 2010 Italian Pride


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Italian Pride
Italian Pride

Phoenix, AZ



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I am half-blood Italian, but don't let that fool you; I embrace it as if that's all I am. I have inherited several Italian traits, some good and others bad, ranging from my ardency in relations to th.. more..

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