A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto





the jacket is damaged

but what's inside still plays


age does not discriminate

the grooves are still smooth 

with song


patches on the elbows

the pen has been worked hard

with song


silver tipped angel

awakens to guide

with song


and I see you in the prayer of proximity

even where you are I see

with song


take me to the parlor

where God reintroduces us

with song


I will still play

and replay until that day

we become a song

in stereo


two sides 

ascending together

to where the angels



with song, in stereo

the sound of love.





© 2022 jacob erin-cilberto

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Amazing work....

Posted 1 Day Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Day Ago

Thank you, light,
light and ashes

1 Day Ago

You are always welcome.
I've still got a closet full of my old albums. They certainly do bring back old memories. (they can't help but..) Old crushes, old friends, the motorcycle, the bicycles, high school...they're all hanging out in my closet. I'm sure there's a lot of closets like that.

Posted 1 Day Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

1 Day Ago

I had all of those same things sans the motorcycle...
I put some vinyl on my turntable every .. read more
Always music. My dear Polish friend, Tadeus Sczerba once said to me, (because it seemed I quoted a song line for every occasion) "You know the greatest problem with life may be that it has no soundtrack, no background music!" And I said, Not so, my friend, the greatest problem is that it does have a soundtrack but I'm the only one that can hear it. But, "If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away." He laughed and said, oh yes, I read Walden too. He really had a brilliant mind and I miss him. He introduced me to golabki, a traditional Polish dish that is like a sausage and cabbage egg roll with a sauce over it. It's heavenly. I have several old LPs that are tucked away somewhere but no record player. Ah well, I have a guitar and know about a million songs by heart...the hardest ones to remember are the ones I wrote myself. (laughing) but a few of those are on CD.

Posted 2 Days Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

2 Days Ago

oh that dish sounds so good...
me too, On coming up with a song for so many things people say.. read more
Music is the song of life. There is a lot of song here J and you took me back to vinyl. There is nothing like vinyl to put you in the groove. The records remind you of who you were with, where and when. Nostalgic thoughts here. Lovely.


Posted 3 Days Ago

jacob erin-cilberto

3 Days Ago

thank you for your kind words, Chris,

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Added on August 4, 2022
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jacob erin-cilberto

Carbondale, IL

Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..


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