My Memories – A Poem by James Tucci

It’s dark out

The sun has set over Biscayne Bay

I am by myself

With only a view of darkened waters

But I am not alone

I have my memories

Of my life

And the lives of others

The lives of my family

And those I have loved

Those memories are my companions

And my friends

They are my support and solace

I am not alone

James Tucci

Palm Bay Yacht Club

Miami, Florida

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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

Mr. Ikeda and Nichiren Buddhism- SGI

Mr. Ikeda and Nichiren Buddhism- SGI.

 

Life is about scaling one mountain, then facing the next one, and the one after that. Those who persevere finally succeed in conquering the highest of mountains. On the other hand, those who avoid such challenges by taking the easy route will only descend into the valleys.

 Mr. Ikeda

Nam Myoho Renge Kyo- Mr. Ikeda and Nichiren Buddhism- Sat. Aug 31 at 11 AM, 2 and 8 PM NY time Life, Success, Difficulties- SGI

 

The Love Remains

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

Russia’s Eternal Glory- A beautiful Poem, the Wanderer by Dmitry Bazilenko

Russia’s Eternal Glory- A beautiful Poem, the Wanderer by Dmitry Bazilenko.

wanderer
Dmitry Bazilenko
Heavy road wanderer.
Not a penny to his name.
And as if his feet bare,

on the cobblestones.
Blood oozing, knocked legs hurt.
Heart beating out of my chest.
Like a lonely bird,
from the depths to the heights breaks.
Broad Russian mother.
Throughout the temples and palaces.
But everywhere on the porch,
Poverty is missing.
Though Russia eternal glory
the breadth of his soul.
How to find a shelter.
If everywhere is not so.
As written in Scripture,
Is not that for us.
And everywhere now wanderers
and deceit in business.
From very early in the morning mayhem.
The first guests at the ball.
Those that remember you gentlemen,
Remember his Christ.
In the church I see often go.
Not only on you cross.
And with chains of gold,
Decoration of Satan.
After all, the camel is even easier
jump through the eye of a needle.
On the perfidy of your gold,
on tears and blood.
And that is where the wanderer
to find happiness.
After all, Russia eternal glory
the breadth of his soul.

We hope to have Dmitry as a guest soon on English Speaking Russian Talk Radio I-NETRADIO.COM

Pushkin and Tucci-Love and a Woman

Pushkin and Tucci-Love and a Woman.

 

I Loved You

 I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,

The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet

It burns so quietly within my soul,

No longer should you feel distressed by it.

Silently and hopelessly I loved you,

At times too jealous and at times too shy.

God grant you find another who will love you

As tenderly and truthfully as I.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A woman with a smile

Her head rested on her hand

A scarf wove its way around her shoulders

She looked straight into the camera

And her smile

It was slight

And it was serene

But nonetheless it was a smile

What is she thinking

He wonders as he looks into her eyes

Is she dreaming

Is she thinking

Is she wondering

Or does she know

Know what it is she is looking for.

Or just waiting for it to happen.

Is she sure of herself

And of her destiny

Or is she apprehensive

About the things to come

Thinking of her future

Is she to be alone for the journey

Or with a mate

A mate who understands her soul her heart her feelings

Is that what she wants or does she yearn for something else

A life with just her thoughts to keep her company

Maybe she is not sure

Is it best to answer to herself alone

To be the captain of her own course

To think her own thoughts

And write her own poetry

But what is poetry if no one is there to read it

No one to share it with

To understand what she is saying

To care what she is writing

And thinking and doing

She has her thoughts

Many thoughts

Of love of happiness of a future

Of peace

Of serenity

And yet she wants someone to know all this

To know how she feels

To feel it along with her

The feelings of success of defeat

Of sorrow of joy

What are these feelings if there is no one to share them with

Are they without meaning

Without any footprints in the sand

No

She knows what she wants

And only time will tell if it all comes true

Or if she is left to ponder her thoughts for eternity

James Tucci, Miami, Florida, October 2012.

 

Pushkin-

Pushkin and Tucci – Two Poems About a Woman

Pushkin and Tucci – Two Poems About a Woman.

 

I Loved You

I loved you; and perhaps I love you still,

The flame, perhaps, is not extinguished; yet

It burns so quietly within my soul,

No longer should you feel distressed by it.

Silently and hopelessly I loved you,

At times too jealous and at times too shy.

God grant you find another who will love you

As tenderly and truthfully as I.

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin

A woman with a smile

Her head rested on her hand

A scarf wove its way around her shoulders

She looked straight into the camera

And her smile

It was slight

And it was serene

But nonetheless it was a smile

What is she thinking

He wonders as he looks into her eyes

Is she dreaming

Is she thinking

Is she wondering

Or does she know

Know what it is she is looking for.

Or just waiting for it to happen.

Is she sure of herself

And of her destiny

Or is she apprehensive

About the things to come

Thinking of her future

Is she to be alone for the journey

Or with a mate

A mate who understands her soul her heart her feelings

Is that what she wants or does she yearn for something else

A life with just her thoughts to keep her company

Maybe she is not sure

Is it best to answer to herself alone

To be the captain of her own course

To think her own thoughts

And write her own poetry

But what is poetry if no one is there to read it

No one to share it with

To understand what she is saying

To care what she is writing

And thinking and doing

She has her thoughts

Many thoughts

Of love of happiness of a future

Of peace

Of serenity

And yet she wants someone to know all this

To know how she feels

To feel it along with her

The feelings of success of defeat

Of sorrow of joy

What are these feelings if there is no one to share them with

Are they without meaning

Without any footprints in the sand

No

She knows what she wants

And only time will tell if it all comes true

Or if she is left to ponder her thoughts for eternity

 

James Tucci, Miami, Florida, October 2012.

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