Poems
by Nolo
Segundo
There’s Something To Be Said For A Poet Who Is Dead
There’s something to be said
for a poet who is dead
because
for a poet who is dead
there’s something said
in the words his magic
wraps as gifts to your
breathing mind--
so when life makes you
feel trapped and small,
soon
you’ll feel your soul
grow in his poetry--
how kind!
A Poet Is Born
A poet is born
out of pain and heartbreak
when the song is sung
and even God takes notice…
Now The Stars Hide
I grew up in the countryside
on a farm with the nearest
neighbor a quarter mile away.
Every night the stars shone,
unreachable precious jewels
adorning eternity—and I felt
very, very small and yet,
strangely, also very, very old
and more, oh so much more
than my daytime self drunk
on the petty and the mundane.
Now I live on a quarter acre
with neighbors on my left and
neighbors on my right and
neighbors across the street and
a big city so close it cloaks even
the light of night-born stars and
I am left only with the memory
of eternity….
A Perfect Peach
Picture a perfect peach,
with color both subtle
and bold, a shape perfect
to behold, and a taste
like Heaven foretold…
