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| C. A. SARRO |
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Why celebrate the day?
To repeat a tradition?
To save the cardmakers?
We celebrate the day
Because you entered this life
A bundle of senses
All noise and no words
Eyes that drank us in
You affected our world
Altered our universe
Let us experience your love
See the world anew
And hope . . .
Happy Birthday
by
C. A. SARRO
Copyright, Christopher A. Sarro, 2010
All rights reserved
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DIANA
Diana, Princess of Wales,
Greater than all fairy tales.
"Lady Fair," of golden hair,
With bedazzling blue pools,
Grander than the Crown Jewels.
"Lady Regal," uncommon commoner,
Before her, all were equal.
"Princess of Love," angelic dove.
Gracious in manner, courageous in spirit.
Soft spoken, shy, her humor wry.
"Princess Charming," the people’s darling.
Lady in fashion, adorned by kindness and compassion.
Royal by deed to all those in need.
"Princess Daring," enough to be caring,
To change some minds about the mines,
To lend her aid to those with AIDS.
To touch those untouched,
To love those unloved.
A world entranced by Chance;
Her life but a glance of the "Lady of Elegance,"
Sweet romance and warm radiance.
Let multitudes gather from all worldly parts
To honor the "People’s Princess" and "Queen of Hearts"
And remember the manner of their "Dear Diana."
None shall enter the realm of her acclaim,
Each shall humbly speak her name
And yield unto her gentle reign,
Loving, dignified and humane.
And in a voice of unanimity,
“You shared your soul and destiny.
You loved all and all loved you.
Our hearts are open and we bid adieu.”
No way to say, “Goodbye,” to Princess Di.
by
C. A. SARRO
Copyright, Christopher A. Sarro, 1997, 2010
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THE KISS
A lifetime
a moment
a chance
our romance
destiny's dance
words and hopes
plans and dreams
prayers and whispers
rings and vows
and then
"I now"
a turn
a twist
and then
the kiss.
by
C. A. SARRO
Copyright, Christopher A. Sarro, 2009
All rights reserved
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| "OUR MOTHER - THE TEACHER" |
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| Antoinette Sarro |
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OUR MOTHER - THE TEACHER
What are the dreams that the Teacher dreams?
What do all her lessons mean?
What within her life can be seen?
In her progeny, perhaps a gene? A theme?
What about her six, will give a fix, on the Teacher?
When you see the Coach, prepare his team, run the drills,
improve the skills and bring the thrills, you see the Teacher; and
When you see the Colonel, train his troops, lead his men,
through "thick and thin," you see the Teacher; and
When you see the Counsellor, turn a phrase, explore a place
for grace in space, you see the Teacher; and
When you see the Entrepreneur, create an idea, define his space
within the marketplace, you see the Teacher; and
When you see the Court Attorney, advise the judge, prepare the ruling,
embrace the hand of the Chief Justice of the Land, you see the Teacher; and
When you see the Executive, receive her degree from her mother’s hand; and
with an M.B.A., her midas kiss, makes two million princes of frogs,
from mere catalogues, you see the Teacher; and
When from the Mount, a Fordham tree does grow,
small wonder the many acorns, in the valley below; and
When you see the Grandchildren, pursue their own degrees,
to help to teach those in need, you see the Teacher.
The young and beautiful Teacher, for whom the chatty kids would twitch,
because her mirrored flag made her seem bewitched.
The Teacher, The Teacher, Always the Teacher.
Honor the Teacher, Celebrate the Teacher.
For within her name remains her acclaim:
Antoinette, Miss Cappelli, Mrs. Sarro, Ma, Mom, Mommy, MiL,
Aunt Toni, Grandma, Great-Grandma, Toni, Babe . . .
No other name, as yet, shall exceed this dearest Antoinette.
Strong and gentle, spoken and unspoken.
No fairer one does alight, on this Mother’s Day Night.
All here are gathered in your name,
Antoinette, Genuine and True,
Forever, Our Teacher, We Love You.
by
C. A. SARRO
(Happy Mother's Day. Welcome back to New York. With love from all of us.)
Copyright, Christopher A. Sarro, 2010
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| "OUR HOME NAMED ROSE OF SHARON" |
OUR HOME NAMED ROSE OF SHARON
Rose of Sharon, Rose of Sharon,
Golden gables gracing the morn.
Stones streaming across the rises,
Tiering unto the winding woods.
Rhododendron rings wrapping
Rows of emerald green.
Boulders bursting terrene tethers,
Dawn drenched, dripping dew.
Timeless titans towering,
From their majestic mounts.
Long-legged, colossal talls,
Above flowered walks and walls.
Cheshire cats in chase,
On guard, in gardens graced
With fragrant frills,
Upon the face of humble hills.
Chirping cherubs, chattering
In cacophonous chorus,
Floating flutists, feathering
With their ancient muse.
Wood within, with windows bayed,
Galleries adorned with familiar faces.
Memories mauve with Venetian traces,
Dreamcatchers in children’s special places.
Corners contemplative with gentle rockers,
Wickered wonders and sculpted lovers.
Angels alighting above celestial stairs,
Descending down to easel chairs.
Heavenly hearts woven in wondercloth,
Warmth breathing from the underhearth.
Destiny drawn, the Earth reborn,
Each morn at Rose of Sharon.
by
C. A. SARRO
Copyright, Christopher A. Sarro, 1997, 2010
All rights reserved
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| "HARVARD REUNION (MEMORIAL SERVICE)" |
HARVARD REUNION
(MEMORIAL SERVICE)
A little more paunch.
A little more gray.
A little less hair.
A little less play.
Gathering quietly
on the appointed day
from places near
and far away
to humbly say
in each we are
for each we'll pray
until the final day.
Somehow one
remains our sum
until all are done
always knowing
from whence we come.
by
C. A. SARRO
Copyright, Christopher A. Sarro, 2009
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REUNION
NOT NOSTALGIA
Not nostalgia, but renewed desire
to continue our quests for fire.
Not nostalgia, but renewed hope
to face our challenges and to cope.
Not nostalgia, but renewed friendship
to span the distance of our kinship.
Not nostalgia, but renewed wonder
to reconsider what the sages ponder.
Not nostalgia, but renewed conviction
to stay the course in our direction.
by
C. A. SARRO
Copyright 2009, Christopher A. Sarro, All rights reserved
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| "TWEETLESS IN TWITTERVILLE" |
TWEETLESS IN TWITTERVILLE
we were
Tweetless in Twitterville
in silent cyberspace
it was
tweetless for twenty minutes
with only
“grace in space”
we saw
“an image human”
emerge amid the tweets
and then
“a process a plan”
the lines began
like
“woman and man”
to dance from tweet to tweet
“within a strand of sand”
a tacit toll began
“a design divine”
was
“created in time”
on
“line by line”
and
“trace by trace”
as
“grace in space”
“the human race”
by
C. A. SARRO
#CyberPoem on Twitter
(A Poem within a Poem)
July 10, 2009
with
“grace in space”
Copyright 2009, Christopher A. Sarro
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| TWEETLESS FOR TWENTY
CyberTribute by CyberPoem on Twitter
"GRACE IN SPACE"
July 3, 2009, CyberSpace - Last night, Thursday, on the Social Networking Site, Twitter, a spontaneous tribute to humanity caused the frenetic "TwitterWorld" to decelerate to a pause for more than twenty minutes, while line by line the poem "GRACE IN SPACE," by C. A. SARRO was tweeted (i.e. typed) into "TwitterWorld."
Hundreds of Tweeters performed a miraculous fete of holding back their every-tweeting fingers, while simultaneously pondering an appreciation of the human race. The overall event stretched over forty minutes, with the first lines of the poem interspersed among the usual tweeting, during the first twenty minutes. Suddenly, all other activity ceased. Only the tacit tolling, in five-minute intervals, of the remaining lines of the poem remained in view for those following the final twenty minutes of the event. For twenty minutes, just the lines of the poem, unbroken by the usual toils of humanity.
The totality of the "UnTweet" gesture transfixed everyone. When it was done and the link to the complete poem was updated for everyone, then Twitter just accelerated back to its usual activity. People experienced together a ripple in the universe. What was most amazing was the unpredictable and uniquely human way in which it all evolved. It revealed an entirely unexpected facet of Twitter and the Social Media that is transforming consciousness. An interplay between what was "read" and what was "unread" was displayed as an art form of communication.
Last night was a solemn and provocative evening with the admirable aspirations of people expressed. While we may marvel at the possibilities, maybe we should take steps to protect the new media as a potential instrument for good for the people. We can take care of each other and take charge of the reality of our lives. If hundreds can go "Tweetless for Twenty" as a tribute to the human race, what is not possible?
Even the "possessed" have underestimated the CyberTsunami of the new media. It has swept past institutions, corporations, governments and traditional media. In the time it will take to assess, it already will be recorded history.
Everyone get ready because the future arrived yesterday and today you are reviewing the wildest ride of your life.
The poem "GRACE IN SPACE" appears below.
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grace in space
an image human
a process a plan
woman and man
within a strand of sand
a design divine
created in time
line by line
trace by trace
grace in space
the human race
by
C. A. SARRO
A CyberPoem on Twitter
July 2, 2009
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TOO MANY WORDS
Too many words
Too many meaningless words
Do we really love a bar of soap?
by
C. A. SARRO
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