Pushkin It’s Time, My Friend

It's time, my friend, it's time! The peace is craved by hearts...  
Days flow after days -- each hour departs
A bit of life -- and both, you and I,
Plan a long life, but could abruptly die.

The world hasn't happiness, but there is freedom, peace.
And long have I daydreamed the life of bliss --
And long have planned, a tired slave, the flight
To the removed abode of labor and delight.  
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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

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

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

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, Floridaamerica 913

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

Friendship, The Greatest Treasure in the World

Walking With a Friend

We were walking down the sandy path

A route we had taken many times before.

The sun was very hot above us and it reflected all around us.

We walked quietly, without saying a word,

But we knew that we were happy to be with each other.

At that moment there was no place we would have rather been.

We felt each other – we knew each other – we trusted each other.

My life would be diminished without her,

It would be emptier, unhappier, a bit sad.

Knowing that she was my friend,

That she would always be there for me,

And I would be the same for her,

This made me happy and feel safe.

In a world of danger and treachery,

She brought me inner peace and warmth,

And that was worth more than I could ever describe.

She was my friend,

And for that I will always be thankful.

James Tucci

Miami, Fla.

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A Peaceful World

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, Floridaflower 99

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The Via

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

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