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Lost in Pumpkins

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

Lost in pumpkins
Corn stalks and leaves
October shinning
That nature now grieves.
This too shall pass
Once more to retrieve
In a country where HOPE
Its SOUL; still believes.

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Heeding the Call

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

And shy I become, concerning others
Like a turtle that hides
Inside its shell
Afraid to be mistaken
For something else.

Still, this worth embraces me
Its character with hidden treasure
Inside it sees, and faith in that
Inter seeds
And allows me to be as I am, this turtle
Sharing its poetry.

Like this morning waiting for a persons call to come
(And not received) Instead another came
A day of the Poets like Pasternak
A day when the sun is shining, the sky a brilliant blue
Wind blowing through trees now speaking to me
And now to you.
Friendly fall colors, near their end
As trees Undress without shame. I don’t know their names
To me they’re all the same.

Their leaves spread on ground, mostly brown
Having served their time.

See, my hearts heavy, thinking of you. Not just you
But the you who might be reading this.
See the wind charged, blows these stately trees
Ridding them of yesterday, only to reveal
Field stone walls, and field of farm, and that’s not

For here there is what once was; now!
That which was broken, and with the howling of wind
Its voice has spoken. Shaking up what blocks ones vision
Sharing with us, what once was hidden,
Baring its soul in Leaves now ridden.

Ah! But dance they do with wind their last
Free from tree that was their mast,
With all now gone that was Their past,
Left in the poetry in shadows they cast
And a turtle exposing with words moving fast,
Heeding the call,
For us…All.

You and I

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Sorrow and sadness
Are blood bothers and sisters
As joy and happiness
That stay together.

They live in life
So we can dream
And feel this world
That lives between.

Like pain and suffering
Hearts go through
As ecstasies high
And love will do.

With all these feelings
To be explored
And will be endured
In this world so alive
Through you and I
Where blood ties
All together, as one
Like threads make a rope
Stronger when done.

Hail Mary and Joseph

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

Hail Mary and Joseph
Full of Grace
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art though
Among parents
And blessed is the fruit
That came from Mary’s womb Jesus.
Holy Mary Mother Of Jesus
God’s only Son
Pray for us sinners
Now, and at the hour
Of our death; Amen.

Our Father who is everywhere
Holy you are, You who is THIS
And cannot otherwise be described.
Give us this day your Breath and wish
And make it as clear as one as challenged as I.
And forgive me my trespasses
As I do those who trespass against me.
And lead me not( which you never would )
Into temptation, but deliver me from myself
For YOUR’S is this kingdom the power and glory

OH my God, my heart gets so heavy
When I have offended thee
I detest my falling short
Because I dread the loss
Of peace of mind, which is
heaven itself.
I will continue to try
With the help of YOUR Grace
To amend these short comings

Poem For Steven, And Those Like Him

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

When your soul twists and turns
In the middle of the night
And star shoots across a black sky
Looking for a place to land
When reaching out to whats within
And wondering if wondering when.

When dry tears fall from withered eyes
And music is all you have that tells you why
And keeps a beat to what lies in your heart
To say where you’ve been and where you are.

Well you’re closer than you think
Nearer to what is not so far
Cause what you say your piano knows
Each key that shooting star
Landing in one’s ear that says it’s so
With gifts that flow and flow and flows

See, those keys know your name
You Are The Same…..Daniel

When Death Strikes

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When death strikes
Close to home
And you feel like
You’ve been left alone.

When heartache
And that sorrow aches
And the heart driven
In by stake.

Then read again these words
Now written
Penned by one
These words now given

To let you know
That One was there
When you thought alone
With your despair

When there inside
Among the hidden
Woke with tears
For you so smitten
Who shared your hurt
And felt your pain
For you and THAT
Are one and same.

In every tear
In all that fell
Was one inside
I’m here to tell
You’re not alone
And never was
When through it all
And here spoke of
That knows your name
As stars above
And here to say
“It’s you I love in word and being
And now is written as one ; I’m seeing”…..

Left Breast

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Her left breast, is one that’s blessed
It feeds the world, and never rests
With milk that flows, for that’s its quest
With Love insured; its manifest.

It’s all for this, you and I
As was before the wonder why
When all is said and all is done
Her sacrifice is one for One

Her left breast feeds the world
She leaves behind new life, her pearl
In there her gene stays alive
Defeating death with it survives

She enters in the Godly realm
With Oak the Ash the sacred Elm
There to place her breast in face
And mouths are fed, and nature
Wakes what she has graced
With breast she placed
In every race.

A Fallen Angel, We Are All One of Them

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Fallen Angels come to know
Just who they are.
It takes them time to see themselves,
It’s really, not so far.

But called by name
The story goes,
And always is the same
The blind shall SEE
Here once again
This angel, crowned that’s

Now, when weather strains passer by
Touching you, touching I
Beneath where all, live and die
Underneath this open sky

And once again before the turn
And once again when done
There are those storms
Where treasures lie
Like flowers finding; Sun.

So, touch and feel was said
There inside of you
Whether rabbi, priest
Or, religious geek
All, just share this too.
We see it every day in fact
When pride holds its view
This planet where the fallen are
Just look inside, it’s true.

We are all fallen angels
Escaping here and tried
But it’s not so bad when understanding
This Angel we can’t hide.

Whether Christians, or Islamic ones
Or those Subject to their faith
When blinded by self-righteousness
That’s pride we cannot shake
But events will surely come to pass
And a test to our surprise
That humbles one to fall on knee
No longer blinded by; ones eye.

Rosemarie’s Ashes

Copyright 2017, DC Bianchino, All Rights Reserved.

She weaved me a braid from the hem of her dress
Made form her hands that heaven has blessed.
A hippy girl, Rosemary’s her name
So beautiful, young and not one to tame.
A Vermont lass and free spirited too
As her name implies, she;’s earthy it’s true.

She was weaving the braid while we spoke near my van
Telling me why and what was her plan
She was on her way to Portland Maine
Hitchhiking with, a fella the same.
Met him just, a few weeks before
But that’s how she is, being free to explore.

She was on a mission with ashes in hand
To a place of conception with a baby not planned
It was out of respect and compassion she had
To put him to rest in a place of his dad.

She lost this baby, in a crib death
Imagine the pain and the suffering of it?
Yet her town blamed her as if one unfit
Not knowing the hurt, how this blaming would sit
Just imagine if this, happened to you
If you’d have the strength for what she’d gone through?

Then she handed me some ash
Asked me to find a place, one special to last
I felt what a privilege she gave to this man
And thought, it was the writing on the side of my van.

Then we walked to the side of a supermarket’s wall
Sat on the grass to wait that’s all
For a ride they had coming and soon to arrive
When a cop pulled up, to question us why
And what we were doing so idly by.

He was answering a call by someones complaint
Just doing his job, so this picture to pant.
“So what’s going on, and what are you smoking?”
“Just tobacco”. we laughed, as if he was joking.

I got up and walked over, and pulled him aside
And told him about, her baby that died
And how she was hitchhiking to Portland Maine
With his ash and her love, with all that remains.

His face changed, and he offered regrets
As well as a ride, his heart was now set
That when he got through, he would take them there
And I knew for sure, he really did care.

They thanked him and said they were waiting for a ride
And I think we all felt, a sense we call pride
To come to a defense of this woman, her side
All with a love, no one could hide.

Then I left with the ash his mother gave
And I knew just where, I would bury; its grave
A place where Indians once had been
A place of peace, and now; this ash within.

And the braid she weaved from the hem of her dress
I keep it so I, never forget, this woman who chose
A man that she blessed, with the ash of her son;
Now lying at rest.


Between the Lines

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Between the lines
The shepherd keeps
The lighthouse on
Those deadly reefs.

Between the lines
Before the speech
Before the tide
Makes its retreat.

Between the lines
Where truth resides
Are all the flaws
That cannot hide.

Between the lines
The heroes wait
Before the edit
Makes lines all straight.

Between the lines
Before the vetting
Before the polish
Before the netting.

Between the lines
The salt that shakes
Between the faults
The earth it shakes.

Between the lines
Where thoughts take place
To our chagrin,
To our disgrace,

In the lines
There’s one inept
An Ego filled
We can’t forget!

So protest those
Whose lines inflame
Of which I know
I need not name
Between these lines
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