GIULIO MAGRINI

 

 Heated By The Perpetual Female

 

You abide in the Female answer to light

It was shared dutifully                                                          

With intended repetition in each subsequent

Step and action

 

The Female nourishment of world

By countenance and care

Directed and becoming each persona

Hands opened

Lifting miniatures of life

Delivered within each personal pyramid

Accepting arms of essential reassurance

Their passion in totality

Standing in righteousness

The breadth of humanity

And guidance of civilization

Our abiding human coupling

An amalgam of mystery, love, intensity

This fallible meta-perspective as subordinate

 

Not the individual collaborators of history

But the plebeian standard of Female

Living in the receptors of essence

And the flowing of substance

 

Through their colloquial barter

The heavens of consciousness approach our grasp

And the Females stand before and within us

As they always were

Women surrendering warming sun

Gentle rain lilting breezes and when essential

Raging torrents and blizzards

Their appropriate senses in comportment with humanity

They are the coupling and enablement of evolution

Through pathways of dirt on our roads

Disruptions of direction eclipse our paths

Mutual dampened response in partnership

We are astray without their more perfect language

Our isolated contribution

To their answer is never enough

 

But the enlightened articulate

The stronger evidence of Female

Endures in the present of our shared plane

Blowing their blessings of life

Through breaths within us

 

We are enlightened by gifted binary

In the radiance of symmetry

The assembled virtuosos of universe

Not through adornment but substance

Serenaded in evolution as Female

Their blood flows through us

To enable our amuse bouche to eternity

 

Ascend to their mission of better understanding

Through a unity and harmony of world

Gifted in specific and personal bouquets

That will adorn visions

And define the existence of all

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FOR ALL MY DAYS REMAINING

 

 

You, now me

Offered the blessings

Of the dust and brick

 

My small hands held in yours

Now holds another

To guide uncertain steps

Passing the wand of strength

To sticky hands that reach from below

 

My compass is engaged

The North Star is fixed

And so am I

 

I am the radiant light of the universe

The unconsumed burning

Not in testament

But in blood

 

The face of a father

Eliminates fear

Or at least

Until fear is fed by time

And now I am aged

And they say I am an empty warrior

 

The conflicts of today

Do not attend to me

It is whispered I am weak and weathered

Not a worthy opponent

For the fear of life or the life of fear

The moments stand ready to punish me

 

Let Us Share The Enlightenment

 

I travail the gloaming

Leap through barricades

I emerge

And break victorious

Through the eras of our age

 

I do not hear

The trembling voice of weary

Plummet from my wits

Through my promenade of words

Marching forward

 

I am told

These pounding waves of days

Debilitate and weaken the spirit

Through natural regressions and decay

 

Who are these people

And who do they pray to?

 

I am here tonight to say

I am veracity

The exemplification of protest

My conflict and victories

Whet my appetite for more

My aging cause

Battles with nobility

And develops an unshakable strength

And I will not be stopped

 

I supernova through time

There is no defeat in me

My heart radiates love with every beat

And for all my days remaining

I will rapture

In these heavens

I will define the life I lead

For all my days remaining

 

Chi-Chi Artistes

 

Historical obscurities

Fall from the poet’s tender lips

In drops of solemn black rain

Open-mouthed listeners

Stare bug-eyed

Comatose

Scrunch their eyebrows

Do the heroin nod

Blissful smiles portend

An indecipherable clarity of understanding

 

The disciples

Are under sedation

 

The poems of icons

Are venerated quietly

In shadows and rows

As the artiste masturbates

Fifteen-watt bursts

Of antiquated mystery and symbolism

Golf applause

Golf applause

Who can appreciate

The mysteries of the gifted?

 

Watch them slowly now

As they scratch bleeding fingers

Into the stony dirt

To praise truth and beauty

 

Defined today

As a cloudy day

In the tomb

 

These trembling mystics

Posture and quiver their art

It is spun to us

This is the language of prophets

And the prisms of the Lord

 

Within the radiating jurisdiction

Of publicity men

That may be known

As the beat and swirl

Melody and word man

Initiates a brilliant twilight separation

Between those who are artists

 

And those who are not

We are told of their muses

Voices

And foggy peculiarities

 

They are complex and neurotic

Zealots of the first order

Undisciplined in the use of

Controlled substances

And it is whispered

They empathize

With minority causes

 

Artists feel pain we can only

Hope to feel

 

We are apprised

This is the artist’s mystique

Oh ladies and gentlemen

Thank you

Thank you very much

 

I have two special friends

Who close their letters

With the phrase,

“In poetry”

How right they are

 

Everything

Is “In poetry”

 

Not poets

But people

People who write poetry

Do it because they must

 

Poetry is their natural continual reflection

Everyone must write because

We are the people and

Our voice is true

 

 GIULIO MAGRINI

 

GIULIO MAGRINI started writing poetry in the early 1970’s. He has performed at Pittsburgh’s Three Rivers Arts Festival numerous times, and many other venues in the city. Giulio has conducted poetry workshops at alternative high schools, prisons, drug and alcohol rehabilitation centers, and hosted a radio show for local poets. He was asked to perform his poem, The Pittsburgher, with the Pittsburgh Symphony at Point State Park before a 4th of July crowd of over 100,000 people. The poem is an elegy honoring the City’s late mayor Richard Caliguiri. That poem is now archived in the Heinz History Museum. Giulio occasionally writes in Italian for performances. He instructs his audiences to listen to the sounds of the Italian language and remember them as he translates to English. Magrini has always preferred performing his work over publishing--until now. The Color of Dirt is an anthology of his poetry and flash fiction, and availability are from the usual online booksellers, but preferably through the author himself, for a personalized copy through email at: giulio27@verizon.net  As Giulio Magrini tells us, “We have put our hands in the dirt and sanctified each other.”