Mario Vitale's Work | Lewiston Writers' Group

The Promise – Poem by Mario Vitale

Often now when in a contemplative mood

Relaxing with not a care
Suddenly recalling a promise
An innocent, spur of the moment promise
made on an intimate occasion long agoA promise made in jest
made in the heat of passion
No real intent of actually seeing it to fruition
A promise made neverthelessA promise
Hollow, shallow, superficial
Disturbing to me, now
A promise haunting me all these years

A promise attempt to make light of it, laughing at it
denying it, ridiculing the idea of it
Binding me?

Thinking of the promise, thoughts swelling inside
Bursting at brain seams
Pushing me, pulling me, pressuring me
to keep my promise, to you.

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Pretty Pictures, Pretty Ribbons, and You – Poem by Mario Vitale

felt faint inside from the heat of the day
I fell down on my knees to pray
thought of those memories from a time ago
Christmas was spent under the mistletoe
hugs & kisses with everything new
Pretty pictures pretty ribbons and you
deep down in my heart you lit the spark to what I need to know
once gaze from your lips & the world turned around
I look to the past but dream of the day with you
love is the mere essence of my earthly existence
shattered glass on the pavement floor lest I implore another open door…

feelings can change a sense to rearrange those parts inside
don’t bother running away to hide
in this life you will have battles
searching inside to the pathway of truth
pretty pictures pretty ribbons and you
soft lace on her lavish décor lest I implore
time has a way of healing wounds
time can be a thief way out of reach
walk with me to the meadow with grass so green
the world outside can be so very mean
love needs to make a comeback in a real nice way
all of your life you were on display but many fall away
from those simple truths that will make you think right
once this life is over there’s never another chance at which to roll the dice…

be content in the way that you were created to be
shine your lights from above with a bit of love
Pretty pictures ribbons and you
have we bitten off far more then we could ever chew
let’s look above to the heavenly love
many dismiss this effect and tend to sweep things underneath the rug
think of happy moments with all of your heart
like sand box days out digging in the sand
Hopefully someday all will live to understand?

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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A Dreamer of Dreams – Poem by Mario Vitale

Outside my door was a rainbow of color
I’d never seen before,
Then God saw fit to deliver you,
right to my very door

He set the color of blue in your eyes
through which I now see summer skies
The color of pink upon your cheek
that keeps me smiling through the week

The color of night on your downy head,
which rests so quietly upon your bed
Your skin is snowy white
and shines translucent in the light

You are a true cherubic delight
Your lip was formed from an angel’s wing
and when you laugh I hear them sing
The colors in my life now have a special ring!

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Sometimes I Cry – Poem by Mario Vitale

Got to keep it real but sometimes I stare at the four walls that steal

I like to keep it all in until it starts to get heavy

No toke of a smoke on a blunt to implode

I suffer inside having no good reason to run away and hide

Still I seek for a higher power relax and take a hot shower

We each go through things in life amidst the given strife

Sparks fly through the duration inside my brain lest I refrain

I cry for the lonely hustler on the street trying to get something to eat

I cry for the widow in her deep affliction

I cry for the humble in every situation

So I take my time to write down a list

To show what I’m thankful for

A reason by which to explore

A pause to reflect on a sparkling array of blissful care

I thank God everyday as I bow my knee to pray

Others may claim it ought not be that way

Yet who are they any way

One needs a heart saturated with love

love is the essence of one’s inner existence

Never join in the resistance

Some times I cry in my dreams

evil screams things that come from a world so very mean

I cry for the poor in their affliction

Life was never intended to be easy

How you fought so hard and fierce

My one truest love is gone from here

A challenge to be free is a question of time

My one solution is using my mind

Living on the edge and it’s going to my head

Sitting up at night all alone in bed

Following the rainbow to the sky

I see a vision of you pass me by

Our war we’re in is almost over

it’s so hard to believe I lost a lover

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Holy Spirit – Poem by Mario Vitale

whispers…
a shudder,
to frolic in the dire ambiance
a spiritual awakening
a peace that passes all understanding
the go between
the comforter
a heart saturated with truth
in order to withstand the true test of time
angelic premonition
a deep longing

to seek deep into the heart of the manifestation of God
Jesus came to open our hearts
to turn us from Satan onto God
that we may have forgiveness of sins
inheritance among us which is sanctified within thee
the soft pitter patter of sandalled feet
a breath of wind
to light to sunset amidst the day
a humble need to bow the knee to pray

Holy Spirit I surrender take me where you want to go
help me daily in your presence so that I may grow
with tempter on fire with blazing eyes of vengeance
daily my portion will be just to be with you
love is the essence of my inner existence
God is not a man that he should lie
comfort my heart may you never depart
live your light through us
give us wisdom therefore with all thy getting gain understanding
keep us by the power of your spirit
give us the strength to over come sin, self and Satan
a challenge to be free is a question of time
light of illumination
sought to be with us to the end as believers.
Amen

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Aura – Poem by Mario Vitale

Shades of pine grafted in again resign

Shattered pine in elm certain grove alone

My meadow had a thorn certain credit

The factual harm of its heartless swarm

Featured within in the created design with pine

Eyes sharpened as a willow in garb

The tornado sequence has even the fog alone

Again tempers fly like never before

Blatant lies have come at no surprise

In parts unknown an aura of repute to harm

Sound the alarm in fetters arm

Choirs of saints in regard to its beckoning drawn

Empire strain inside my brain fragments of cure

The surface of the sun has tainted my vision with harm

Sound the alarm again my faithful friend by whom we can depend

Shattered glass on the parchment floor

Aura

An impulse deep in regards to the heart

Shades of pine will line the volume of scattered pillows

A willow in derision you made a final decision

A thought provoking reason to believe in

Shattered memory’s in the moments of innocence with a plight of disbelief

We have soon turned over a brand new leaf

Timeless peaks in a swell shattered fragments from within

A great design still sublime in its timeless parts the heart

Aura

Jim Morrison had it

Janis Joplin couldn’t stop it

Jimi Hendrix sought this quick fix

An unbelievable call being caught in the mix!

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Supernatural – Poem by Mario Vitale

Inside my brain lest I refrain
lies a deep impulse to explode
The notion of love that comes from heaven above
I was given this gift as a child
with pad and pen & a need to pretend

Hands, heart, face and smile
cause I knew all the while that in time I would shine
to feel the warmth on my face by the sun
the conquest at hand to have a bit of fun
Although those many years would pass
I had every viable reason to grasp

Therefore gain wisdom and with all thy getting gain understanding
a challenge to be set free was a question of time
I had to sit down and learn how to rhyme
of far off places with kings and queens
just another flavor of my favorite ice cream
I searched high and low to be found

Inside I used to hide behind four walls in my mind
solitude…
Why does one negate logic for fear?
For I shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having a good book in hand was driving me insane
Suddenly I found myself in the fast lane getting lost again

Until the supernatural came in
now I could hold my breath and count to number ten
a beacon of hope to a hurting world in search of love
fallen from the heaven’s from God above,
I fell in love with a unique craft of poetry
lost in sullen brevity amidst its extremities
Finally came full circle to who I really am
just to know deep inside that God alone had a plan

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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Tomorrow People – Poem by Mario Vitale

I planted a single seed left long ago
In time roots sprung up out of the fertile soil
In the game of life your time is very brief
Try turning over a brand new leaf

Many people today seem so very out of reach
These are desolate times yet we settle for ill faded rhymes
Casualties are enormous for a stated cause that’s atrocious
A mothers cry as the door bell rings

Vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings
Let’s look above to the heavenly love
Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder
Stop the senseless fighting as our nation grows a bit colder

Tomorrow let’s pray for better days
Instead of people getting caught in a purple haze
Eyes, face & hands
When will we ever live to understand

You can’t stand in line while kicking it to the man
How you have fought so hard and fierce
My truest love is gone from here
A challenge to be free is a question of time

Tomorrow people will achieve if one can perceive
It’s more then a philosophical rant
One must succumb to the business at hand
Hopefully someday all will understand

For love is the true essence of one’s inner existence
A beacon of light to a hurting world in need of hope
Hope that can evoke feelings of positivity
In a land so full of their negativity

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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A Precious Gift – Poem by Mario Vitale

If our love was blind,
I would find a way to see it
If it was unable to speak,
I would find a way to say it

And if I was unable to hear
I would find a way to listen
But our love isn’t blind
It sees from within our hearts, minds, and souls

Love is a very precious gift and to receive,
but once it is lost,
It can never be returned in the same way again
Love can’t be measured in size or strength

For it is what is within our heart
And it can’t be described in every way
For we all love differently!

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT

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A Thrill – Poem by Mario Vitale

A little birdie told me, hearts and souls are moldy,
Walk with me, talk with me on this journey of doubt,
You’ll question people and you’ll question the drought,
of honesty people lie about, because it’s time to scout,
For people of kindness on earth,
From birth, I think I’ve been cursed
It gets worse, as I rap this verse,
I’m trying to explain how life can be complicated,
Because we’re all intoxicated, muffled in fumes of disease and fleas that cling onto your skin,
Use the energy within, and repel them this is where your journey will begin,
I’ve been searching for a moment or a pin, point in time,
When these rhymes and lines will be classed as divine, as I perfect and refine,
I’m just wondering how many times I can assign the same rhyme, so all sit back with a glass of wine, whilst I intertwine every line, lyrics so evil I’m committing a crime, maybe I’ll get a statue, maybe a shrine, I need to switch it up so let’s all decline, but you’ll remember this verse as one of a kind.

Whilst I’m standing still over this hill, I think of moments in life that gave me a thrill,
But I remembered the pain and I remember the chill,
Of the cold dampened hearts that never seemed to spill,
Love or affection, like it’s protection they need during the question, should I mention, you never gave me attention,
Like the worlds in one convention and I’m stood outside looking in,
I grin, whilst I use these forces buried within, to show people in verse what I mean, before the planet isn’t green, before the seas collapse and wind is no longer a breeze,
We freeze in an ice block, tick Tock, tick Tock we stopped the clock.

But nobody hears me so everyone listen up,
Stop what you’re doing and please raise a cup,
For stopping global warming and extinction of animals, because we’re all valuables on this tiny spec of galaxies,
Yet governments plan strategies, to profit from the tragedies, they keep us all living in fantasies, but strike in catastrophes
So let’s help our families and all become one, before we’ve got none and everything we love and everything we feel is gone,
Putting a bet on the apocalypse, odds are ten to none,
So hold hands with me now let’s rejoice in song!

-by Mario Vitale, Wolcott, CT