Poems
by Nolo Segundo

 

There’s Something To Be Said For A Poet Who Is Dead

 

There’s something to be said

for a poet who is dead

because

for a poet who is dead

there’s something said

in the words his magic

wraps as gifts to your

breathing mind--

so when life makes you

feel trapped and small,

soon

you’ll feel your soul

grow in his poetry--

how kind!

 

 

 

 

 

A Poet Is Born

 

 

A poet is born

 

out of pain and heartbreak

 

when the song is sung

 

and even God takes notice…

 

 

 

 

 

Now The Stars Hide

 

I grew up in the countryside

on a farm with the nearest

neighbor a quarter mile away.

Every night the stars shone,

unreachable precious jewels

adorning eternity—and I felt

very, very small and yet,

strangely, also very, very old

and more, oh so much more

than my daytime self drunk

on the petty and the mundane. 

 

Now I live on a quarter acre

with neighbors on my left and

neighbors on my right and

neighbors across the street and

a big city so close it cloaks even

the light of night-born stars and

I am left only with the memory

of eternity….

 

 

 

 

 

A Perfect Peach

 

Picture a perfect peach,

with color both subtle

and bold, a shape perfect

to behold, and a taste

like Heaven foretold…

 

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