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

James Tucci the Author of “One Good Daughter” (Available on Amazon) Your Host and WWW.I-NETRADIO.COM Present Internet Talk Radio Around the Clock Around the World – Your Morning Noon and Night Companion – Write Your Comments to James at spinmoscow@aol.com and Keep Drinking the Best Carbonated Beverage in the World, Jones Soda.one good daughter

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

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

Goodbye For Now My Russian Beauty

Goodbye For Now My Russian Beauty

No Matter Where I Go

I will be leaving
This place from which I can see your home every morning
And think about you every night
Though I cannot see you
It warms my heart to know that you are there
Just the thought of you stirs my heart
In my mind I can see you and your smile
Your eyes that sparkle
Your voice that tells me you care for me
Though we rarely saw each other
I knew that you loved me
It was simply not to be
There were too many obstacles
Too many things that came between us
And prohibited us from being together
But though I am leaving for a new home and a new world
You will be in my thoughts forever
No matter where I shall be
I will always be thinking of you
And your safety, your happiness and your being
We may be many miles removed from one another
But in my dreams and my thoughts you will always be here next to me
And that is where you will be until the day I leave this world
I shall love you until I take my last breath
And even then you will never be far from me
Because it was preordained
That we be linked and joined in this cosmos
Forever
Forever I will love you
My wonderful beauty

James Tucci
Written in Miami, Florida for the most beautiful woman in the world,
The Russian Beauty,
The greatest woman who ever lived,
Who came from Moscow,
To grace my world and make the world a better place,
To let all of us know why women were put on this planet….
To give meaning to our souls!

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Fall in the Tropics

 

 

 

It is October in Miami.

 

For those who have lived here for many years,

 

We sense the change in the seasons,

 

The air is not filled with water;

 

Nor are the skies.

 

The big heavy clouds have disappeared.

 

No longer is it ninety in the day.

 

Each evening the sun sets earlier,

 

As a big glowing orange ball,

 

That descends more rapidly,

 

As it nears the horizon.

 

When our toes first stab the surf,

 

The water is cool for a second,

 

Even if it is still rather warm for the rest of the world.

 

The flowers have stopped blooming on the trees.

 

We know that Thanksgiving and Christmas

 

Are just around the corner.

 

And for us the occasional chill of winter is on the way.

 

A well-earned respite from the dog-days of summer.

 

 

 

James Tucci

 

Miami, Florida

 

Sand

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

 

James Tucci, September, 2013

Photograph by Matthew Tuthill

Taken Labor Day Weekend, 2013, 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

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 disappearImage

 

by James Tucci

Miami, Florida

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