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Yes, I’ve gone missing in action again. I love being able to immerse myself in the freedom and joy of writing without being weighed down or distracted by the business end of things, i.e., marketing, etc. One day, maybe… I’ve also had to deal with complete frustration while trying to finish, and/or correct things not in my hands or control. I still await correction on the print of interior photographs in my latest book, Life in Between, to be sorted out for reproductions and publication. Some days I wonder why I’m bothering at all. Then I see something that takes my breath away, or subtly moves me changing my perception, and I have to describe it in delicious words to capture someone else’s understanding of those feelings along with me. Meantime, I’m sure that I have missed some beautiful posts here on WP from those that I follow. I’m sorry. I have to catch up! Also, I have purchased books, and received manuscripts written by some awesome talented writer friends, that I love to support and just haven’t had an opportunity to complete reading through yet, but I will. I, myself, have let days go by without writing anything more than instructions and that sort of thing. With that said, something completed is my new website listed below. Stepping stones… Please feel free to drop by and check it out. 🙂

http://www.mariadellaporte.com

 

Hideous Cookies

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Sister, sister – I am only going to eat three of these hideous cookies. One would be a sin, so alone, and two, of course, seldom works for anyone. You know…all the feuding when once it was thought to be perfect.

The shape, and pure bourbon extract, the buttery goodness, isn’t good at all. Not at all!  So, I shall only eat six of these hideous cookies. I will dip them into a pool of cream, with rose stems swirling perfectly the edges of porcelain, to help digest them of course.  I will even use the good silver, a heavy shine gone dull, to scoop the tiny vanilla beans off from the edges. We aught to clean these utensils, weren’t they grandmother’s, with polish after I suffer this unfortunate culinary fate.

I am not so delighted. On Sunday, I will cower from that awful square object, and its nasty attitude, taking up space on the otherwise perfectly content ceramic tile floor of the bathroom. Its numbers mock me. I never did a thing wrong to this object other than offend it by taking the side of cookies, and unwittingly at that. So, I will only eat these ugly, distasteful cookies, to spite the weight that wants to hold me down, or to support the underdog in this battle. After all, I have always aspired to be a hero—To save the day for the less fortunate. Also, the notion I was taught, “Waste not, want not”, is meant just for occasions like this one.

We should simply refrain from dabbling in recipes, or recalling childhood satisfaction from these aromas and tastes. Remember how mom would keep the chocolate chips in a Little Red Riding Hood cookie jar on top of the refrigerator?

For the future, we will keep sugar and baking flour on the shelves at the grocery store. There they can be safe, and I will not have to suffer the consequences of having to ingest such awfulness. It’s time to mature beyond such grips. It’s best for everyone. Vices, that’s what they are. Questions with no answers! Sister, sister – is there any wine left in the cellar?

©2016 Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte All Rights Reserved

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Q u i e t ~

Long steps—backward,

forward again,

c a u t i o u s l y.

Feel their every breath.

Strain inward. Release asthmatic clutch.

Fulfill the tale with a lungful

of enlightenment.

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Alluring torment.

Little tease.

Secrets want exposure –

the spotlight.

I am listening… listening…

 

To catch monsters in a jar,

build my empire.

The impetus: To realize its hold on me.

First, I will shake the hand,

embrace an old friend: A

colloquy of pleasantries.

Then with upmost politeness,

no offer to excuse myself, however –

Tear its heart out with my teeth,

swirl my tongue in satisfaction.

Lap up the residual effect:

Compensation!

The knowledge of everything

conquering death.

Toss it, blithely, into a miracle

of incandescent awareness.

Become like cherry sugar,

decadent syrup drizzled on the world:

My breast—its nipple heart,

the universe in my cornea,

all the answers grown from follicles,

a planet scalp—beautiful auburn.

Smash the paradox, ozone…

A big bang life!

Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2016 All Rights Reserved

Twisters

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Some days—

 

are fucking twisters.

 

Furious funnels

collecting tomorrows,

taking them for granted.

 

Hitting us in the face

with yesterdays,

memories that love and

hate us.

 

We keep ‘em either way.

 

Scream holy hell with regret

and smile gladly, it happened.

 

Today—

 

all these pieces

waiting to fall into place…

 

Here I am, a spiral

trying to find you,

 

to land with you,

 

or fall apart perfectly,

the same.

 

My friend,

over there in the traffic,

the pain, the pondering.

 

Emptiness here is

the same.

 

Reflecting back…

 

Maybe

it was a conversation.

 

A Chevy, racing.

Anywhere embracing madness

we thought may kill or save us.

 

A confident moon in July.

 

A street walked

a thousand times.

 

The stale warm Michelob

we shared.

A Marlboro taken from

behind your ear for a light.

 

The days we were fearless

and brilliant.

 

I can never grow old

with you, forever young,

in my heart.

 

God, I love you.

 

In the sound of music,

no matter what road,

the lyrics: We are so free.

 

Free—Jesus Christ!

We could go anywhere.

 

That’s exactly where

you’ll find me,

 

waiting,

laughter to receive you

home.

 

Rest assured:

All of our collected treasures,

broken dreams, right, wrong,

 

b e l o n g.

 

Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2016 All Rights Reserved

(This poem was inspired by my friend, Joe, and for all of my closest friends through the turbulent teenage years that remain forever in my heart, wherever life takes us…I know, we know, those of us that will always shine a light for the other.) 

 

About the Author

Seven years later and I’ve finally taken the time to update my Bio! What can I tell you, I’ve been busy. Lol – I think it comes with the excitement of my new book (only a couple of weeks away from availability). Yay! So, I hope that you will all stop by to read it and let me know what you think. Thank you. 🙂 Also, if any of my subscribers here on WordPress are on Tumblr please join me there as well. My page name is LovePoetryMe. I’d love some advice on how to add website links etc. I still haven’t perfected the ins and outs of WordPress and now I have another to learn. Time and technology don’t stop for a breath moving forward but I must! The sun is shining and I’m going to pull myself away from my keyboard long enough to stretch my legs and enjoy what’s left of the day.

Have a good one everybody! 🙂

Ordinary Joe

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Boarding the railroad is for ordinary Joes,

Working stiffs—

I am ordinary Jane.

Everyone shares a lift

to his or her destination.

We are one, riding,

passengers in a traveling trance,

owned by places.

I distinguish my identity,

imagine crying out:

I’m too pretty for these blue and red vinyl seats!

Season’s floral landscape

passing windows

tinged from evening rain

nourishes souls aboard,

a funeral for unfulfilled dreams.

Victims of lifelessness—

I want to peel wasted time,

like a tangerine!

For what reason do we die this way,

never picking daffodils,

admiring laughter.

Playing sounds of waterfalls on tape,

we see birds in their song,

live beautiful moments

in manufactured peace.

Today could be extraordinary,

if given a chance—

A smile turned golden.

When the time comes to participate

in life’s luster again,

I won’t return, but send a postcard,

sealed with dancing lips.

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Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte ©2007 All Rights Reserved

Lavender Garden

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Your hand—a ghost.

 

The love: warm blood remains.

Will continue to pass through me.

 

Thump, thump…

the pounding empty chest,

swallowed down a burning throat.

 

Hold her willingness to stay. Please!

Nurture it like sweet breast milk.

I may become your solid foundation,

stone woman. Perfect waistline.

 

No heart.

 

“For what do I feel with purpose”,

you’d ask?  The pain mere inconvenience.

 

I want to build a Lavender garden,

land softly, a butterfly to its scent.

Smile—the perfect yellow.

 

You can sit on a throne of clouds

that cannot hold your influence,

 

let it fall, sorrowful grey rain.

 

The dawn or dusk can find us:

 

A silent consequence.

 

Maria Pisciotta-DellaPorte

© 2016 All Rights Reserved

 

 

The other day I jumped onto WordPress to apologize for being less active in my reading, posting, etc. I’ve been busy finalizing details for the publication of my new book, Life in Between. I excitedly posted the links to Barnes and Noble, Amazon, etc. Today, I received a printed version as it will go out to the public, and STOP THE PRESSES!

It’s explained to me that it’s rare for any issue to occur with the printer. My middle name is, Rare! I’m the 1% out of a million to have anaphylaxis to medication. However, my one in a million odds for winning the lottery works fine siding in the opposite favor.

News flash: The printer has been stopped. Temporarily Unavailable is what you’ll receive as a message when placing an order for my book. Why? The photographs are not represented properly with the detail, light, depth, composition, that are in the actual ones submitted and that showed perfectly electronically.

This is a hugely upsetting situation for me being people have already ordered, I’ve launched campaign ads, and so forth. Trying to find the silver lining, or at least the humor. I’m a humorous kinda gal in the midst of tragedy. Details, and more details to be rearranged. Headaches. Worry. Oh, and I’m tired, in need of a vacation that includes alcoholic beverages served in cut-out fruit.

Thank you everyone for the continued support. I’ll be back with things ready to roll again in no time. Life in Between, the title of my book for a reason.

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New Book Release

My apologies if I haven’t been as active recently reading and keeping up with new posts. I’ve been inundated finalizing details for the release of my new book, Life in Between, a collection of poems and photographs. This is an exciting time for me. I hope that many of you will pick-up a copy of the book. I’m positive you will enjoy the poetry and photography. Thank you in advance for your support. I look forward to continuing enjoying all of your blogs. 🙂

These links are to Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and iUniverse. In the following weeks the book will be listed on additional sites and a preview will also be available. Happy Reading!

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/life-in-between-maria-pisciotta-dellaporte/1123593189?ean=9781491790496

http://bookstore.iuniverse.com/Products/SKU-001035245/Life-in-Between.aspx

Bully

Oh, oh my belly is churning.

—Dope.

 

The snake inside pretending

not to be a reptile.

 

Abiding. I am to the rules,

broken,

breaking my insides.

 

You are afraid aren’t you?

 

If I could hear I’d answer,

yes…

 

But it’s a lie. Only one evil

manipulator at a time.

Fuck!

 

Here he is desperately weak.

Indeed!

Bravado build me a bully.

 

You can hear the laughter

is torment. True horror

inside the crackled bits of him.

 

I am—pink chiffon. Captured in

innocent breeze. Follow her

to the secret.

 

Her love is real.

Won’t hurt you.

 

Even if he bites three times.

We can count backward steps,

black patent-leather shoes,

shine-click-click.

 

Wake-up tomorrow perfect.

 

See the daytime illusion on Venus

to the left. Always teasing, teasing.

 

The only thing that makes her

cry.

©2016 Maria DellaPorte All Rights Reserved

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