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Black and White Corners
Black and White Corners~ By Tom Squitieri 6/4/2020 We fade to others, in the shade find Liberation Square to them Diamonds to us Stark black and white Produces the internal Rainbow shadow Where sharp lines on Outsides Be the ruse for The melding that Beckons One day the lines join in the corner To dazzle othersRead more -
Fronds In The Sky
Fronds In The Sky (Published by Pomme Journal January 2020 in the book, “Put Into Words, My Love”)) The passing clouds Look thin to most Until they meet Your skin Then they come alive Open their vault Share the treasure With a like beauty Of nature The dusky skyline chortles watching the masses Move onRead more -
The Fireflies Path To The Pond
The Fireflies Path to The Pond (Twisted Vine, Fall 2019) Wander down the path With me To the pond To shed and swim Let’s watch a few stars Bounce off the water Play tag with Each other As they laugh and splash a comet And flounce in the moon’s smile Watered out We walk asRead more -
She Now Came Back
She Now Came Back by Tom Squitieri (May 22, 2020, in From Whispers To Roars) The calendar cackles As if charting a day A week, months Can substitute For a dearth of Radiance She went away Faint becomes dim Creativity gets Impatient Dreams dither With her Spring would come Frequently Each Sunday To lightRead more -
French Girls Smoking Cigarettes
French Girls Smoking Cigarettes The Stardust Review, September 23, 2019 By: Tom Squitieri When they light up They look up And I make sure I see those eyes As they inhale They draw deeply The smoke And their eyes Go deeply Into mine The French girls Are not sure Where I am from Or whoRead more -
The Duke of Mustard is Alive and Well and Living in Beaune
Published November 16, 2019, in Wanderlust Journal BEAUNE, France — It comes to you with polite aggressiveness. You not know which sense to unleash first in order to fully savor, swoon and succumb. Caroline Riboteau watches you and just smiles. She knows exactly what is happening. Her eyes do not wander from the intense, amazing entryRead more -
I Will Be There
I Will Be There~ By Tom Squitieri 4/23/2020 The Voices Project if you sit some day when the sun is out and the virus is gone, I will find you buy you coffee, read for you and create a poem right there.I promise the Bosnia bullets that smacked my arm the Haitian feet that kicked meRead more -
Here comes one satellite a week, at $10 million each, to help the Pentagon in outer space
WASHINGTON — The Pentagon plans to build one satellite per week at the cost of around $10 million each in a bid to enhance its military’s to detect and whack threats such as surface-to-air missile launchers and hypersonic missiles. The goal is full coverage by 2026, Derek Tournear, director of the Space Development Agency, toldRead more -
Two prisoners, intelligence materials taken during lethal raid on ISIS compound; hero dog recovers from wound
WASHINGTON — The Saturday raid that killed the head of ISIS also yielded unspecified intelligence materials and the capture of two ISIS figures, Pentagon officials said Monday. It also elevated a K-9 solider to hero status. Perhaps are critical as the death of ISIS leader Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi — by his own hand — wasRead more -
The War Left and the Coffee Returned
(Publshed in Wanderlust Travel Journal, August 25, 2019) SARAJEVO – Just about 6 p.m. an old familiar aroma begins its daily meandering trip onto Branilaca Street. It is a smell that instantly reminds the citizens of Sarajevo of past good times. It is coffee. Coffee being brewed. Coffee beans being ground. Coffee set in smallRead more -
French Girls Smoking Cigarettes
(Published by Stardust Review, Septmber 23, 2019) When they light up They look up And I make sure I see those eyes As they inhale They draw deeply The smoke And their eyes Go deeply Into mine The French girls Are not sure Where I am from Or who I am But they pauseRead more -
On Your Tiptoes
(Published in The Griffin’s Inkspot) I did not mean to wake you As I tasted my morning lover That coffee The gurgling of the pot loud enough To stir From afar You come to taste And get on your tip toes Of course, you do not need to be on them to sip coffee AsRead more
(Published in The Griffin’s Inkspot)
I did not mean to wake you
As I tasted my morning lover
That coffee
The gurgling of the pot loud enough
To stir
From afar
You come to taste
And get on your tip toes
Of course,
you do not need to be on them
to sip coffee
As you wake
But now those lips for the coffee elixir
Put them very nicely even with mine
Does that make our lips meet?
Will your nipples brush my chest?
Or the tip of my new hardness
trace your tummy?
to begin with you in
The morning
Is a bonus
Now of course
anything else that happens today
Is merely secondary
Detain me please
With your arms and legs
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