Luca's Poetry Collection

Construction

Construction is a

form of art. Just like all life.

Everything is art.

Houses

Work. Work to build homes.

Build rooms. Build beds. Build Houses.

Beautiful Houses.

Violence

Too much Violence.

Aggression is not always

Bad. It is all life.

Water

Drink Water. Healthy

Not all people have good health.

We are so lucky.

Haikus

This is a Haiku.

Haikus are poetic. Short.

Haikus are poems.

HOPE IN A PANDEMIC

Hope in a Pandemic.

Work in an unusual way.

In the Symphony, we gather. To restrain our dangerous pandemic,

We reach for the stars.

Trapped in an unseen way at home. Beyond the waterfall,

Beyond the cloud there is wonder.

With wings we whisper words of beauty,

Wishing the end of all danger.

Blind to the fact that danger is a part of us.

Happy, sad, and mad are emotions.

SENSES REARRANGED

When I see a loud sound, I close my eyes

When I smell a fuzzy feeling, I open my nose

When I feel a sweet food, I keep it in my hand

When I hear a stinky smell, I close my ears

I GAZE AT BOATS

I gaze upon that boat

The boat that leaves the docks of Baltimore

Some people say that Baltimore is a beautiful city

But it is not

I want to go somewhere

Do something

I gaze upon the boats at the docks

I sigh

I wish I could go places

I wish I could go to mysterious places

England, France

My parents talk about them

I wonder what it is like there

I wonder if life is the same, or different

I wonder

I want to leave Baltimore

I need to leave Baltimore

Baltimore is a fine city

Any city you can get board of

I bet there is a child like me

A child in a city in England or France

Curious about a city across

The huge Ocean

A child curious about that city

Called Baltimore

My parents say maybe we

Can go on a boat

But not now

Now you have to do your chores

It is already the year 1851

I have not been on any of

Those boats

Gazed at boats

Longing for adventure

Longing for change

Longing for somewhere

Besides Baltimore

A DETECTIVE’S JOURNEY

The sleepy detective got out of bed

He got a phone call from his friend, Med

Med said “The old count is dead!

He was killed with a knife

There are three suspects

Also, on the table where he died,

There was an “X”!”

The detective went to the old house

He saw the three suspects and

Also a mouse

Then he found the dead body

He wondered if it was suspect three

But when he fingerprinted the body

It answered differently

It was the fingerprints of suspect two!

So he went to him and said

“I am arresting you!”

But suspect two pulled a gun

The detective said

“Being a detective is never fun”

And knocked the gun out of

Suspect two’s hand and said

“Turn yourself in and be a good man”

Suspect two confessed he belonged

To a Klan

The detective won, and

For President he ran

But he lost against a

Very bad man

SHATTERED CHARACTERS

Boredom understood in symphony

Days and relevant images

Merely photographs

Broken ahead years ago

Night among neighbors

Shattered characters