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Awake

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Can You See Me?

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Visions

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Turn the Page

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Standing on this precipice

considering my life

will I fall or will I soar?

is this the end

or only the beginning?

there are more chapters

haven’t reached my denouement

plenty of time for a plot twist

it’s time to forget the past

and turn the page

never to look back

copyright 2016-12-10-L.M.Giannone

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Fire of Aries

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Aries Woman

 

God of War, fueled by fire

Full of passion and desire

Bursting with energy, often impulsive

Quick and hot tempered, reactions explosive

Wild as a warrior, turned on by the chase

Always in pursuit, never stays in one place

Stubbornly independent, bold and reckless

Easily inpatient, bored and restless

Ravishing, enchanting, personality to allure

Magnetic, charming, male willpower can’t endure

Assertive, dominant, and sexually aggressive

Passionate, uninhibited, provocative, and obsessive

Impetuous, generous, erudite, and smart

Diamonds are the way to a female Ram’s heart

To capture her’s a challenge, an opponent formidable

Frequently elusive, exasperating and unpredictable

Fiercely loyal with undying devotion

Both strong and sensitive, full gamut of emotion

When you love an Aries, hold onto her tight

And prepare for an exciting, unforgettable flight

Copyright 2016-3-24 – L.M. Giannone

 

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Between Hello and Goodbye

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Stuck between hello and goodbye

Incapacitated in this stasis

Unable to move forward

Unable to reverse time

Uncertain where to go from here

In limbo neither here nor there

Excitement replaced with sorrow

Denial delaying the inevitable

Pain made worse by immobility

Choosing between being alone while together

Or simply just being alone

 

©2016-8-12- L.M. Giannone

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Scent of You (haiku)

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Lingering mornings

Bathed in scent of you

Passion’s dewy glow

 

Copyright 2016-6-18-L.M.Giannone

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Perchance to Dream

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Entering realm of REM

Feeling light and free

Moving without limbs

Soaring falling free

In a world without limits

Freed subconscious mind

Collaborating with conscious

Breaking ties that bind

Embarking on a journey

Passenger on a ride

Through a fanciful world

Full of wondrous surprise

Images and symbols

Random elements in dreams

Open to interpretation

Nothing’s what it seems

Turn the key unlocking secrets

Once kept behind closed doors

Peer inside a window

Truth revealed evermore

Sojourn nearing end

In wakeful tendency

Now the dream is over

Back to reality

 

Copyright 2016-3-24- L.M. Giannone

 

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Thought of You (Haiku)

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The thought of you near

My body trembles inside

Awaiting your touch

 

 

Al pensiero di te vicino a mi,

il mio corpo trema

aspettando il tuo tocco.

 

Copyright 2016-6-18-L.M.Giannone

 

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Passport

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If you’re longing for an escape

Away from eternal monotony

To embark on a grand adventure

With boundless possibility

It’s right here at your fingertips

Doesn’t require the cost of fare

Nor usage of mileage points

Nor traveling through the air

No insulting pseudo-class systems

No need for expensive upgrades

No baggage limits or overweight fees

Nor TSA security delays

Plenty of legroom and armrests

And freedom to move through the cabin

The entire world is your playground

No barriers impede your destination

Just sit back in an oversized armchair

Alone in your own private nook

With a library card as your passport

Just you and an engrossing book

 

© 2016-7-21- L.M. Giannone

 

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Sweet Nothings (Haiku)

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And never let me go

Whisper sweet nothings

Copyright 2016-6-18-L.M.Giannone

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Seasons of You

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Spring is a season unbound

blooming with a wealth of possibilities

for us to pursue our mutual desires

with feelings of great intensity

April showers lave the past

clearing a path for new memories

it’s a time of renewed hope

flowers abloom

sweet smell of orange blossoms permeate the air

both giddy with butterflies inside

excited by novelty and anticipation

 

Summer blazes wild like an inferno

our attraction smolders deeply

feeding an impetuous flame

your kisses are warm and tender

giving way to more fervent urges

wrapped in each other’s arms

our bodies entwined as one

indiscernible where you end and I begin

with synchronized pulses we dive to warmer depths

swimming in bottomless oceans

wrapped in each other’s scent

drowning in tidal crests of unbridled fervor

drenched in passion’s dewy glow

 

Autumn heralds the onset of brisk air

our cheeks flushed in a crimson glow

swells of wind shake the trees

propelling leaves to swirl and dance about

blanketing the ground in golds and reds

deposited like shreds of confetti

brushed and kicked underfoot

only to be raked and thrown away

growing restless with ennui

you leave our cave to hunt and gather

to satisfy your insatiable appetite

whilst I prefer hibernating by the fire

something in the wind forebodes demise

 

now we arrive at the winter of our discontent

the denouement of our narrative

brilliant colors of fall have long faded to gray

autumn’s harvest frozen into sharp icicles

hanging precariously from the roof’s eave

Accompanied by a blistery chill

we’re skating on thin ice now

gliding delicately over pockets of water not yet frozen

danger sign unheeded by two not quite ready to cede

only evading the inevitable

at risk of drowning and losing ourselves

dependent on an ice fisher to rescue what remains

numb with frostbite,

our hearts frozen in time

like marshmallows melting away in cups of cocoa

leaving behind only wispy white trails

an audience of snowmen crying crystallized tears

footprints where we trudged through the drift

snow blanketed over by a flurry of newly fallen snow

erasing any trace of you and I

waning to a mere crescent

the moon casts a harsh shadow

across our barren landscape

retreating off stage as our swan song ends

Mother Nature priming to repeat her cycle

toting her bag full of tricks

she’s such a fickle woman

Nights will be frigid without you

after you’ve moved on to warmer climes

the jagged edges of your fractured soul

extricated to break the heart of another

as soon as the warm weather thaw

I shall face the spring again

Copyright 2016-5-18- L.M.Giannone

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