Running

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Running

    full-speed,

         as fast as you can—
              Exhilaration.

Running,

     utterly pure,
        just you alone—
           Heart blessed.

Running,

    close to flying,
        strong and free—
            Endorphin-infused joy.

 

I used to enjoy going out for a jog.  Now, I have back problems, so no more running.

 

This is an August 2012 poem that I did not post to this blog last year.

 

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

 

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Not Guilty

George Zimmerman is a free man.

The jury acquitted Zimmerman.

Jurors found Zimmerman acted
in self-defense

when he shot Travyvon Martin,

an unarmed teenager.

A tragedy.

A travesty.

A heart breaking outcome.

In the wake of the verdict,

can Trayvon Martin rest in peace?

To the dead we owe the truth.

And outrage!

What I like most about this type of poetry is the freedom I have with the words I select, and the words I drop, to create a message and tone so different from the actual news story.

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

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Spire Tops Trade Center

Workers cheered.

Spectators applauded.

The spire, draped in an American flag,

set atop One World Trade Center.

The silver structure

will serve as a broadcast atenna,

a signal for aircraft

a symbol of the resurrection

of One World Trade Center.

It’s a proud day for the city.

With the 408 foot spire added, One World Trade Center is 1,776 feet high, symbolic of the year the United States declared independence.  It is the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere. It took 11-plus years, but New York City has now restored its skyline.

© 2013 Catherine Giordano

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Kisses

On his album

“Kisses on the Bottom”

Paul McCartney

takes a casual stroll

down Tin Pan Alley.

Classic songbook fare,

the core of countless jazz albums,

McCartney’s stab at the nostalgia market,

framed as a Valentine’s Day gift

to his new wife, Nancy.

A late career roll,

this slow dance with the misty past.

A let-down.

These songs are meant to swing;

McCartney lets them plod.

Sometimes you need to know when to quit.

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

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Florida Film Festival

Here's the poster for the 2013 Film Festival.

Film.  Food.  Fun.

Catch the latest films.

Mingle with celebrities.

Chat with filmmakers.

Florida Film Festival:

The best cinema.

The hottest parties.

The fabulous food.

Non-stop fun. 




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The Florida Film Festival starts next Friday, April 5, 2013.  Here’s a news print poem I did about it last year.  I took it from an ad.  Here is the poster for the 2013 Florida Film Festival.

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State of the Union Focus

Our unfinished task:

Restore the basic bargain

that built this country—

the idea

that if you work hard,

if you meet your responsibilities,

you can get ahead,

no matter where you come from,

no matter what you look like,

no matter who you love.

Our unfinished task:

Make sure that government works

on behalf of the many,

not just the few.

Barack Obama’s speeches are so poetic that I have to do very little to them to transform them into a poem.

  

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

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Pickles

Pickles lead mysterious lives,                                                     

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trolling the briny depths.

They seem content.

Shoulder to shoulder

tightly packed,

treading their bracken aquarium.

The pickle fisherman

descends two brave fingers

into the cold green waters.

The angler tastes sweet and salt

herb and spice

chilly present and summer past.

In a previous life,

the pickle knew warm days

and cool smooth skin.

It lived a previous life as a cucumber.

Everybody liked my poem "Ticked Off" (see December 19, 2012 post) that was about cucumbers, I thought you might like this one about pickles.  This poem bout pickles is from August 22, 2012. 

© 2012 Catherine Giordano

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