POETRY PAGE ONE
COLUMN SEVENTY, APRIL 1, 2002
(Copyright © 2002 Al Aronowitz)
[Julia Tavalaro, 66, who suffered a stroke in 1967, has been a wheelchair-bound quadriplegic ever since. Unable to speak or to move but with her mind intact, she can, however, turn her head enough to activate a switch with her chin, accessing the alphabet on the screen of her "Vanguard." With the "Vanguard", a communication device manufactured by the Prentke Romich Company of Wooster, Ohio, she accordingly wrote poetry every day at the Beach Terrace Nursing Center in Long Beach, New York, where she was confined. She is now at the Beach Terrace Care Center, also in Long beach. Because we received such a strong reader response to the earlier publication of THE HOUR IS BLUE , Julia's debut poem on this website, THE BLACKLISTED JOURNALIST felt obliged to offer another work by her.]
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(PART ONE )
(STANZAS 1 TO 25)
It happens to be the truth
he's got that
he's gonna to terrorize
Hope it's not me
guess who you are
Oh, there's a mirage
"Well, I'll be smiling..."
"Well, well, well.
I guess I will have to croak
before you can get a smile."
It happens to be the truth.
"Why bother to lower drawers?'
Oh I can hear the snow blower coming
and I am ready
Okay Sand, okay?
(cont'd book and short stories (also) the poetry)
and wait for the mirage to pass
Oh look it is snowing?
Snow with rain!
The hot red devil's son
from blood rest house
with hot sun
Gold and silver
armed for mining
Was light that I saw cracking?
Powered door flew open and
was all amidst the plains
for the beauty
of the land
will look to see point of view
power of the glory
has turned lightness
throughout misfound lost
power to do the
all modern expanse
of newfound power
can find light with doors open forever more
Darkness is lightness come?
Come come come to the dark ages
which isn't the policy
it's the time when? all dark misfortunes
made it fear first of the year
will bring our backlash
over years of tears in what we now
call a modern day concentration camp
relive all of those heart broken fears
to all those four years
cries cries cries in pain
it all comes out in the rain
thank you in the dark
Floating above! over the valley Mountainside
see the trees!
with grass covering rich land
frequently took to bloom
and plantation as far as one can peer
with thyne exciting eyes
oh my love
I believe that look down
the perfect spot to start living
valley of mountains
valley of Mountainside
was the darkness of the mid-morning!
come to follow me
to follow me you come to you
lets float alone both of us
here! hold onto my fingers "real tight."
you know- we will try not to bypass the valley
of the Mountainside
There are plenty like
"Jake the snake"
I am gonna be a skeleton
and who are you gonna be?
Have a treat?
ghosts goblins witches
Mr. Pumpkin mellow round face
and Mrs. scarecrow
what a fine couple they made
the autumn colored leaves of
red gold yellow brown
waiting for the mild breeze to
blow their way
so we can find a perfect spot to rest
on our earth/ground
alas, night falls for
darker it grew
silver snowflakes covered the earth
with a silent snowfall
who! is silence knows
Do not question
1 guess that will have to do until my next chapter
far but good
golden mountain and silver snow
the golden of many leaves colors!
of autumn time
The silver moonlight!
had snow covered ground silently as...
was given for warmth of the earth
Thyne slanted eyes cast a shadow of thyself
five was extremely shocked
Grow up and be a lady
says mom to me (as mom said to me)
If you had it was made for you (?)
Oh shut up now!
Well isn't no one's troubles
or what rummage sale we went from
Best I would listen to mom says
unless I would have some damn good excuses
or feel sorry
and don't you dare to drive past motorbike
you will get both legs broken by me
and you know that
the tough rough guys ride together
the goddamn bad ones parade gather "bum"
you are Pa! No! Good with! Them
No goddamn girl is getting involved with
guns or won't be! Any part time a
differently said in german-polish mom's
language curses other disputed!
words and mom being a hidden nazi keeping
it quiet! Because? Of the wartime
No guns. Instead a frying pan and I shot...
full of holes. the next I made supper and dog
would not ----- was so lousy
hate extreme boasts! In daytime activity
meant it to be hate
As love of destiny powers in strange
old cuddles with warm wet kisses
known by others chattering?
love comes up body's hot oh so hot
made the right to smile
A perfect! Day! to SMILE
Just a year of all of my broken tears
Broken dreams sight! to tears
from the torturous dreams meant to be kept
in extreme confidence on her or your own dream
Broken colored wine glass
on a shelf stood beautiful wine glass?
a vibrant!beautiful patched wine glass
Dynacy! beautiful cuddles of warm lit
tend! to say colored patched wineglass
away or afraid
I really fret for the fear of storm
or possibly a hurricane
the sky oh my how she would cry cry cry
wind blew helter skelter! about its body
the wet wet water known as tears
to us we! watched and wondered about of 10th
after mass oh she could
cry cry cry wow what a mess?
cry cry voice fading away! gone far away.
was a storm
Hell this was just a storm called hurricane
Oh come come now
This was the most indeliverable? ocean saw I
Ocean! below too beautiful one to imagine
the bellows were so high
you would swear the bellows kissed the skies
thus causing great emotions of jealousy
waves so drastically
waves climbing bellows! ladder too high
high then fall back down down to both
see oh look how
waves beat and crush each other
they're cursing and swearing
above the beautiful, vicious, angry, ugly
with silver white breaking caps shoreline
the eye right above and for god's sake
it started to rain
wind blowing ten
is she a witch or a bitch
watch the momentarily blue-hot burn
from mine to your body passions
melting to have touch and kiss each
and see through our naked eyes
to be the greater one
oh-oh ice? blue eyes
love passion want
ice cold hot flames came darting at me
from those smiling blue eyes
the power love that beneath one's self want
is the hunger for the love other
inhabited body no I can by look?
position of one selective power to take away
for a short while
leave the hungry love for evermore
be happy now that you found "it or him."
we danced while we floated
ice blue eyes
oh you are ice? blues with fire
burning beneath red flames
jumping, leaping out at me
at first nothing was to come of us
ice of the blue eyes were actually to me
the flames kept coming
with words of hiding secretly
love passions want
it was one of those nights
night kissed by the silver moon rays
touched by the coming starlight
heaven so dark, too dark my park
i noticed this wild woman dancing
chanting to cross the wicked waters
while my mind flipped and this body of mine
drew clips about
started but No! was not startled more
raised my voice put some clothes on
so hot too hot
is it good to have!
or is it bad?
imagine if you had the power to fly?
no no one or nothing can hold you down
you would be as a bird free over everything
imagine if i could take brain(lests)
and give them
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