Poems

Slow Dance Eyes       She knows how beautiful her eyes are when they embrace me So her hair dips over then, to tease Her smile crescents under, to tempt Her lips part softly, to tantalize The eyes, the portal and pool to dive through and into, to submerge and hold ones breathe as

May 2014   The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the feisty Twins that day: The score stood up by one run, with one inning more to play, And then when one A player got to first, and a second did the same, A pall-like silence fell upon the patrons of the game.   A straggling few

Spring to our future I think of our future every day the way you dance in my eyes the way you look at me with love, before you catch yourself I think of our future every day when your smell is on my neck, my chest, my sheets, my hair when the moisture of your

Disappoint abounds When delights lose the duel The sparkle of eyes Unlocks the fears When we brush lips the passion trembles as it can only for us. It is love and it is new It is from the mountains and the streams It is from our hearts and hopes   It is a woman like

By Joseph Squitieri (my father) Of all the fishes in the sea, I’d rather be a bass. I’d swim about the sea all day and cut this English class.   I care not for this poetry and less for Keats or  Shelley; I’d rather be in Frank’s cafe with Flora, Ann or Nellie.   I

It has been less than twenty minutes since we parted, and I already miss you. The new year has made me realize that I want each day to bring you to me.

I thought the day was grand because the sun was so pretty this morning, and the sheets still smelled like you.

Mr. Polar Polar Mr. Polar Polar, how are you? Come to My House and not the zoo. Mr. Polar Polar, your fur is white, Come to my house to fly a kite. Mr. Polar Polar, your nose is black, Come to my house to scratch your back. Mr. Polar Polar, your tongue is pink. Come