The Via

The Via on Miami Beach

It was a beautiful place
A via led from the street to the water
The bay was aquamarine, full of green and blue and all a sparkle
The rays of the sun danced and skipped
Playing and frolicking over the ripples that lapped on the shore
The sky met the water forming a pure and perfect vista
Beckoning to all who stood there
To look and love the world
I was a day to be alive
A day to love and cherish
A day the gods above had made for us
To love
To be in love
To hold a woman
To feel her waist and her skin
To kiss her softly on her lips
To gaze into her eyes
To know that she was yours till the end of time
To be happy and filled with joy
Only because you were with her
As I approached she stopped and stood in front of the sea wall
Perfectly still it seemed
With the trace of a smile
Brown hair flowing down from her shoulders
Adorned in a white top and black shorts
Covering her breasts and her world below
But allowing for the imagination to run wild
Wild with thoughts of passion and desire
A desire to be with her now, right away
To touch her and worship her
She wore ballet slippers which bespoke a grace and everlasting beauty
Full of kindness style charm and elegance
Her gaze was in my direction
But was she really looking at me or somewhere else
Something beyond or around me
I reached her and she was gone
Just an illusion
Never to be seen again
Never to know what she yearned for and now would never have

James Tucci
At Prima Pasta and the Palm Bay Yacht Club
On Thursday night May 22, 2014
A night that was behind the bar
And the night was still and warm
And the palm fronds softly swayed in the breeze
And nary a ripple broke the placid glass on the Bay

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

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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

Puskin- The World’s Greatest Poet with James Tucci Added

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- The World’s Greatest Poet with James Tucci Added

Puskin- The World’s Greatest Poet with James Tucci Added.

 

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.