James Tucci Author of “One Good Daughter” and WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM Present Internet Talk Radio

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JAMES TUCCI presents WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM World Wide Internet Talk Radio

JAMES #TUCCI presents #Internet #Talk #Radio on WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM broadcasting around the globe to every corner of the earth. From #Khabarovsk to #Moscow to #Kiev to #Copenhagen to #London to #Miami to #Montgomery, #Alabama to #SiouxCity, #Iowa to #SanFrancisco and #Malibu . The award winning author of the #Mafia suspense romance #novel “ One Good Daughter” brings you the most provocative topics in the world today. Listen in All Day Every Day 24/7. We are your morning, afternoon and nighttime companion.A Morariu Photo

The Great Side of America WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM Feb 18 Wed

Wed Feb 18, 2015 WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM James #Tucci presents Tammy George and Inside #America Today – Equality, Freedom, Liberty, Immigration, History, Compassion, #Kennedy, #Lincoln, #Roosevelt  – What Makes a Country Great – 1, 4, 7, 10 PM EST #NY #Miami #Boston – 10 AM #SanFrancisco – 12 Noon #SiouxCity, #Austin – 6 PM #London – 7 PM #Copenhagen – 8 PM #Kiev – 9 PM #jfk 3Moscow

James Tucci Brings You “#Russia Today” at 7,10 PM EST NY Tues Feb 10 WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM

James Tucci is the host of “Springtime in Moscow” and the World of Russia Today  Fighting for an Open and Free Russia at 7,10 PM EST NY and 3 AM (Wed) Moscow, Tues Feb 10. Together We Can Free Russia!! James Tucci is the published author of “One Good Daughter” the Mafia romance suspense novel available at Amazon, and he is the author of numerous poems published on WordPress. Listen to James’ commentary on WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM

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

Blue Eyes on New Years Eve by James Tucci

Blue Eyes on New Years Eve

I looked into her eyes

They were blue- very blue.

I wondered what she was thinking

What thoughts lurked behind that smile

She was the most beautiful woman in the world

Looking at her

It was hard to make sense of things

Why I had never in my life seen a women this beautiful and wonderful before

Where had she appeared from

But more importantly

Why was I sitting here with her on the Atlantic

Allowed by the gods to look at her to talk to her

Who had brought her into my presence?

How had this happened?

Angels do not magically alight in my world

There had to be a connection between us

Formed in another life in another time

Another time she said that when I wrote to her I could tell what was in her mind

She was surprised and a bit mystified

I was not

I knew her mind and her feelings as well as I knew my own

While I knew I could never have her

Or make love to her

I knew that she would be mine forever

A higher power had brought her to me

And though we might not be joined together in this lifetime

We would be together in the next

Of that I was sure I had no doubt

Something inside me told me it was true

And here on earth she would be part of my mind body heart and soul

No matter where we were

Regardless of what we were doing

We would be on each other’s minds

Eternity would be ours

Of this I have no doubt

No man no potentate can ever separate our souls

It was meant to be

That ours was to be a journey through the universe together

This I will always believe and I will always know.

James Tucci

Miami, Floridawomen 88 women 147

Sand

 

The Sands of Life

We are all but little grains of sand on the beach of life.

James Tucci, September, 2013

Photograph by Matthew Tuthill

Labor Day Weekend 6 AM EDT

Riviera Beach, Florida

The End of Summer- by James Tucci

The End of Summer- by James Tucci.

The End of Summer

The bay was rather still

It doesn’t blow most days till the afternoon

The leaves on the trees slightly moved

They would be turning orange and red in another few weeks.

The sand was still hot in the afternoon

And the skies were blue

White clouds floated around

These were the waning days of summer

He lived for the summertime

And soon it would be over

The first chill in the air was only a week or two away

Fall, winter and spring were on their way

Bringing the cold, the gray, the rain and the snow

The leaves on the trees would be on the lawns and in the gutter

The sands on the beach would be cold and damp

People would be wearing their coats and jackets

The sad part was

Another summer of his life was about to go away

Never to return

These days would turn to memories

No longer the glorious moments

In time and space that he so enjoyed

When the air was fresh and salty and filled with the scents of the grass and the flowers

All he was left with

Was to pine for the next summer

But in a short amount of time

It too would disappear

Never to return

And someday

Like the sunny summer

He would disappear

by James Tucci

Miami, Florida

James Tucci-The Flame Never dies

James Tucci-The Flame Never dies.

 

Where is the woman I long for

She has gone way

It seems strange

For this time of year

This is the place that she should be

I do not know whether to worry

Or even to care

I have not seen her

For many a day

I am sure she does not even think of me

Nor have any interest in where I am

She has no concern for my being

But I cannot expunge her from my mind

She lives inside me

So I sit here and wonder

Of whom she is with

And where she resides

And of course

 

My flame for her never dies

Anna Akhmatova writes as Mother Russia Fights to Survive the Nazi Hordes

Anna Akhmatova writes as Mother Russia Fights to Survive the Nazi Hordes.

 

One of James Tucci’s favorite poets is Anna Akhmatova . Here she writes about Mother Russia’s valiant effort to free herself in World War II from the Nazi hordes. This poem is a call to arms, valor and courage. Anna Akhmatova writes this brilliantly.

James Tucci is the co-host on http://www.i-netradio.com, including the English Speaking Russian Talk Radio Show, “Springtime in Moscow.” He is always looking for interesting guests, including poets and those with a Russian connection. As James sits on his porch in Palm Beach, Fla., and watches the waves roll into the beach, he hopes that this poem stirs you soul as much as it does his,

Anna Akhmatova

Courage

1942

We know what is now on History’s scales,
What is, in the world, going now.
The hour of courage shew our clock’s hands.
Our courage will not bend its brow.
None fears to die under the bullet’s siege,
None bitters to lose one’s home here, --
And we will preserve you, O great Russian speech,
O Russian great word, we all bear.
We’ll carry you out, clear and free, as a wave,
Give you to our heirs, and from slavery save.
Forever!

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