My Mountain by James Tucci

My mountain

It was a sunny day

A lone mountain rose in front of me

Snow covered the peak

Fur trees dotted the base

And little patches of ice and snow lay on the ground at the bottom

This mountain was just one of thousands in the Sierra Nevada range

There was nothing special about it

But it was special to me

For at that very moment it was the mountain that I was looking at

The one I admired

The one I loved

It was my mountain

Mine to love

To see to watch

No one else in the world even knew it existed

But I did

And I loved my mountain and it loved me

And as the sun set in the west

And darkness fell all around

Until all was pitch black

I still saw my mountain

To me it shone like the bright stars in the heavens above

To me it bespoke of majesty and grandeur

A supremacy that the darkness of the evening and the night

Could never replace

For my mountain was there and it would be there in the morning

And it would be there for eternity

My mountain had lived for over four billion years

It lived right now

And it will always live in the world

In my eyes and in my soul

Much in life can be taken away

But my mountain will always stand

And I will stand with it

James Tucci

Miami, Florida

The Poem “A Peaceful World” by James Tucci – Listen to James 24/7 on WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM

A Peaceful World

One person who is happy

Happy with themselves

With others

And the world around them

Will touch another

Inspire another

And move another

To pass along this feeling of joy

Of love and peace

And this sensation

Will start in one small place

A tiny community

And it shall ripple out across the states the countries and the world

World peace shall be achieved

And it may have all stated with one small person

A person who is nothing more than a little stone upon the road of life

But it can happen!

James Tucci

Miami, Florida

The meadow, A poem by James Tucci

The meadow

I walked down the road

Up ahead was a fence

When I saw that fence it made me wonder

What lay behind it

It was a low fence

I reached it and lifted my legs over it

Beyond it was a meadow

With wild yellow and pale red flowers

Popping out of the tall grass that swayed in the breeze

The meadow had some standing water

So I stopped and gazed out

To where the meadow crossed into the sky

At that moment I knew that life was endless

I would never know all the paths or all the answers

But I knew I was glad to have climbed over that fence

James Tucci

Thanksgiving Day

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Palm Bay Yacht Club, Miami, Florida

Romance Suspense, the Rich and Famous

Romance Suspense, the Rich and Famous.

 

Th. March 6 – Interview with Ava Roosevelt, author of “The Racing Heart”- A novel set during the 24 Hours of LeMans, where a young supermodel becomes involved in a terrorist plot. During her adventurous life, Ava has been a countess, a European model, the widow of FDR’s grandson, and one of the world’s most interesting women. WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM at 1, 4, 7, 10 PM EST 6 PM London 7 PM Berlin 10 PM Moscow

Russian Winter- Russian Soul

Russian Winter- Russian Soul.

 

The Russian Winter-The Russian Soul

The Russian winter…

It is a hard one.

Epiphany frosts,

The hinterland of Yakutia,

The degrees fall fast,

And the Sun

Forgets Mother Russia.

Yet the winter is often Russia’s greatest ally.

Turning back the Swedes,

While later the winds of December and the gales of January

Saw the Germans starve and surrender at Stalingrad.

The ice and the snow had vanquished the German foes.

The Red Banner flew over the city in triumph.

The descendants of Peter and Catherine had prevailed.

The enemy but destroyed by the snows and ice,

That on many occasions have been Russia’s strongest friends.

The Russian winter is often a white splendor,

Sparkling and glittering in the waning light of the day.

Yet more than that,

It has forged the Russian soul,

A soul that runs deeper and wider

Then those in other places.

A soul with the capacity to love, to fight, to seek, to feel the life

To know the life and understand it.

Yes from the winter, the cold, the fury,

Comes the Russian soul

It is the Russian winter

That sets apart the Russian soul

And makes the Russian man and the Russian woman

Sparkle like bright stars

Amidst the Milky Way

At times the same as all the rest

But for all time always different

James Tucci

Miami, Florida

October 4, 2013

 

Friend

Friend.

 

Friend

Who is a friend?

It is someone who makes you happy when you hear their voice

Who is interested in what you have to say

Who cares when things go wrong for you

Who is happy for your victories and successes

Who wants to know what you are doing

Who is there to talk to you

And who grieves when bad fortune comes your way

And who will remember you every day

When you have departed this planet for another place

 

That is a friend.

James Tucci

Palm Bay

Miami, Florida

September 30, 2013

Get out of the trap, get unstuck!!

Get out of the trap, get unstuck!!.

 

Get UN-STUCK in life: identify the TRAP, reassess your life, reinvent yourself, eliminate distractions, play hard-ball, give it everything you’ve got, ask what you can give to the world . It’s not easy- it takes brains, will-power, determination. But Author, Deborah Johnson, can show you how to escape loneliness, isolation, abandonment and confusion. Monday Sept. 9 WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM at 1, 4, 7, 10 PM NY -3 Los Angeles + 8 Moscow

Dreams turned into reality

Dreams turned into reality.

 

 

History Thieves the new book by Zinovy Zinik. Zinovy recounts his dream while in London. He goes to Berlin and finds the very house he dreamt of, where his Russian-born grandfather had attended classes as a medical student. He learns that his grandfather had gone to Lithuania helping to aid the Soviet empire which Zinovy wanted to escape from. Wed Sept 4 WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM 1, 4, 7, 10 PM NY time 9 PM and 12 midnight Moscow. Find out about “assumed identities,” and “plagiarized pasts,” and the human condition.

The Love Remains

What will tomorrow bring?

All the things that we hope for and desire

Or disappointment?

Regardless of the outcome

We shall survive

And we shall live

To face the next day

And the next sunrise

And when the sun sets in the west

We shall carry the day’s memories with us

For they can never take the memories from us

And those memories shall see us through

Till the next day

And the love that we have for those special ones around us

Shall remain in our hearts

The Russian-American Author Julia Gousseva

The Russian-American Author Julia Gousseva.

 

Julia Gousseva, originally from the USSR now in Arizona, on her books “Anya’s Story,” and “Twelve Months of the Soviet Childhood,” along with Perestroika, Gorbachev, Glasnost, the magic tablecloth, Russian recipes and life for a Russian-American in the Southwest US.  Also, the Russian Railroad, Stolichnaya, and the Hotel Moskva. All on www.i-netradio.com at 1, 4, 7, 10 PM NY and 9 PM and 12 Midnight Moscow on Thurs. Aug 29