POEMS 2022
Poetry by Sam Talucci 3
March 9, 2023
Poem # 1/ Written on July 30th 2022
Where is this going,
I don’t know where-
You are going with
This, but please stop
I’ve had enough
Of this fellow
And to come to terms
The speaking of the spoken
Who to call one on life
When life makes sense
But does not add up
And a dull mind
During a blissful summer
To feel the heat
Yet the skin is cold
Once by a voice
Upon a frail demeaner
Something is speaking to you
And it feels lifeless
The dead heat of summer
And a cradle for the dead
Who to suppose,
Doesn’t want you around
When the chores of life
Go to an abyss
In the ground
A subtle climb into
An area of the wanted
Towards the unwanted
And the picture that
Develops, seems a
Change-over from seed
To flower, and if
The fragrance is not so sweet
The last hour of life
Will feel sour
At the height of power
To sink a heart
The power to cry in laughter
The eternal weeping of dismay
By a series of questions
“Is forgiveness meant for
The afterlife?”
“Is death to be forgiveness?”
When through all the strength
It falls to denial
The everlasting doubt
And the longing to live
Comes by nature
To secure a taste
Feeling like ecstasy
Which when the weather
Of a season, comes
Without control, it
Enters a mind by
Stability to claim
A wild mind further
Then what was found
And in the sound
Of thunder, a door
Opens to crack
A thought, even when
The thought was
Washed to sea
By the rain.
End Poem #1
Poem # 2/ Written on August 7th 2022
Hack your head
Into a lucid consciousness
Put to place a
Thought as a dream
A dream in a dream
A thought in a thought
While smelling a disease
In a dream by recall
It begins to wonder
Where all this is going
And odd as it is
It stays odd
By laughing like a crack
And licking your spoon
To cry out loud
A shadow may bloom
By coming into range
To serve a head
A way to eat your dreams
A way to exit your dreams
And without the act
Of consequence in consequence
It comes by recollection
That by temper
The finding of tranquility
Came by definition
In grasp to learn
And to come into reach
And to define a mind,
While in tune by capacity
To do variable things
By conquest it seems
A thought as a dream
Is something in the other
That may bring joy
And because of this
An active mind might rest.
Yet in joy, there is sorrow
And a mind dislodged
By motion and stillness
Could go lunar
And right now,
Where you are, seems to be
A hot seat, looking to die
And if you rely on anything
It comes to seem
You wasted a dream
On a hot apple pie!
Poem # 3/ Written on August 24th 2022
Skeletons eating lunch
Haunted by dead sunflowers
And in each piece
Of hollow food
A bight by teeth
Has a reach into, and comes
From without, in that taste
Becomes of the substance
Of the Dark Divine.
By an apple to feel
That something else
Is living inside you
Has upon its reverse
That in context of
Breath, there resides
Nothing on the inside
To breath and taste
And come upon water
To that of air
A neutral flavor
Is there, as though
By a touch of hair
Something is numb
By reach of growing
Into a state of
Shadow dementia
The skull and the soul
Climb neither above
Nor below, but into
Something where words
Grow in meaning by
Speaking in silence
The silence of a bone
As a separated part
Of the body, which in
Context of the distinct
Becomes of the nature
Invisible by visible flesh
When a whole-body skeleton,
Is hidden beneath a whole-body
It has a growing nature
That extracts from placement
And comes around in need
Of a quality to suppose
That in sequence of
Bones to flesh to clothes
What is missing
Comes to be hidden
And if this is what
By substance, contains life
Then by feeding, the cause
Provokes the source,
While fear, doubt and worry
Abstract the mind
And a scar is beyond healing,
And so, with the decay of a tree
And a haunt to comply
Nature to the bones
To nature in revolution
What shines bright, goes dim
And a blackened forest
In its eerie portrayal
Will radiate a skeleton
Like hunger in a stomach
And a dead man’s
Curse will come upon
The decay of a flower
In such a case
Of reflection
Which when speaking
Of a glass in time
Everything is haunted
Because it once had life.
End Poem # 3
Poems typed on April 06, 2021,
Edited: October 24, 2021
4 poem script
Poem #1: Titled: Entomb the Mind/ Written February 13th 2021
Entomb the mind
Buried in the nowhere
A grasp of indifference
Remorse for the nerves
Return in placement
To deserve high remarks
Accomplish a regard
In the distance of life
Too sure to count the “ifs”
By a score of waves
Upon the sand to sift
To wail for a savior
The gift of a dead demeanor
It sounds upon the land
Like a bird song to sing
In the creak of a doorway
The applause for a parade
Death in the masquerade
To count upon the fingers
By going to sleep in a pill box
Serve us a taste
Beyond the divine in haste
Can we conform to discover?
A blind man to race
A race for the clouds
And render what’s beyond
By starlight as to concur
A vast act to simplify
The eye: dead in a blur
The ache of remorse
Put in tune with age
Should it count in the fact
Once we are dead: there is no source
And of course, if we were dead
There in claim: no remorse
Yet life buried to a tune so sweet
A splendid afterlife we are holding
So quiet from this pain
That to explain why a bird may chirp
In cause of shadows in esteem
With a purple robe and a silver chain
Comes to seem
That by the mark, the tame go wild
To be under by way to enthrall
The wind of shame does converse
And the by and by goes good bye, good bye
For it was a curse at its worst.
Poem # 2: Titled: A Verse of Snow /Written March 3rd, 2021
Upon the sight
Of the good tomorrow
And reckon a conscious void
A memory that doesn’t want
To remember
To toy with consciousness
A dead play thing
In a mild mind
To fall to a
Distorted memory
Upon a candle
Smoke from a cigarette
And rain in a puddle
At a height to fall below
To augment poetry
Into a verse of snow
Shallow heights to the receiver
A copy of one to believe
A mark on plain sight
The calm one to deceive
Vacate the mind
Into a spoken variance
To suppose a problem in time
Now that the weight has
Driven away
A subtle life in a puddle
It should concede towards
A heart in trouble
The reflection of an eye
In a hot lava-bed
To take the clue for a cure
A vacation from being alive
Could a haunt conclude
A heart by an apple
A heart by apple-wood
Too soon to wait
For by time in the way
We come to contemplate
A serious endeavor
To free the weight
A delight in glory
To call upon as to close
By waiting for the time to come
The sum of all things
Put to a basket
Put to a jar
A lady dressed
In a spider web
Have we an inkling to ask
Of an eye in distress
Oppose the fashion of a tree
Lying to the busy little bee
Who calls upon a song…?
That sang all day long
Reverse what is known
Into a pit of memory
Oblivion may transpire
For a song to put out this fire
To conspire upon the face of time
To put desire into a rhyme
The rhyme may crack and glow
Upon a verse of snow
For what you may find
You may never know
End Poem # 2
Poem # 3: Titled: A Sort of Madness /Written March 19th 2021
Elemental madness
Madness as a profaned desire
Waking up haunted
A hangover from a dream
Secure a fate misguided
In fashion to contemplate
Escort the ear by a harp
Beside the sharp nails of a coffin
Squeeze and breed
A forlorn experience
Sitting outside in a rain storm
Reading a book of poetry
What sequence to suppose
A portrayal of madness
For a picnic in the rain
To resort to misery
What to ease the pain
Secure in fate misguided
Such a terrible twist
An overdose on the guitar
Lying in a black puddle
Resort to a dream
Calls forth to seem
That all for the high and low
Madness breaks this bubble
To tell a tale, muddled
Counting rail-road tracks
On the high-sea of deliverance
Should something cause trouble
Come to reckon
There’s always tomorrow
End Poem # 3
Poem # 4: Titled: To put Grace to the Sky / Written: April 3rd 2021
The serpent’s sun
Beer is my Jesus
Clear out before
It gets too cold
To deserve a trial
When what is sold
Is out for hire
Descend a hollow staircase
Of humble despair
Should it in cause
Become a sight by smell
Going to sleep with a bottle
Who the HELL cares!
Silent came a foot step
The other went negative
Awake in a darkened storm
To call upon a fraction of sunlight
Be told: carry clear eyes
From which sorrow was born
Torn limb from limb
The limbo of shadows
Engulf the taste
Of a poisonous spider
Put to the ceiling
Can we utter tomorrow?
Who has the calling?
To put grace to the sky
The last one to ask, may cry
The eternal fall
Fell beside a cradle
A candle to light
In spite of answers
The call of the unstable
Spit forth a word:
Can we hug our kisses?
A ghoul playing music
Put on the top shelf of despair
Who calls it utter hopelessness?
A creature without hair
Sung of honeycomb and flowers
And in asking for grace
He did not dare
Stare long into a candle
For the eyes may twitch
Sure, it is a thing for a cat to play
To subside and calm the shadows
In the night of a Spider Witch
The end of god on the land
Through a disease to see
Life, to get out of hand
Life, by own decree
The feature of the beginning
Where Jesus stays dead
A cross for forgiveness
The sleep of the dead
Follow this into anonymity
Of one who spoke without speaking
The words of a golden human
Flows upon the path: unrelenting
Spending too much time in the bottle
For a blind eye in trouble
Care less for dust
Care less for doubt
A heart blackened to test
The blackening of a heart
Speaking in shadows
The last human hello
Who sees utter death?
The negative, by hell and below
Climax of an acorn
The tree of life
A drunkard in a forest
Burn away the strife
Last call on life
For age to beat us down
A call for a happy frown
The sound and the call
From here on out
We go down
End Poem # 4
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