March 22-28, 2021: Poetry from Emily Black and Mario Vitale

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Emily Black

Emily Black acquired a degree in Civil Engineering from the University of Florida, the second woman to do so. She went on to have a long career in this field, the only woman in a sea of men. Her love of nature and literature always prevailed. Emily has written her whole life, on scraps of paper grocery bags, or strolling a baby around after work. Her interest was reawakened by memory, and she’s been busy catching and taming the vignettes of her life.

The following work is Copyright © 2021, and owned by Emily Black and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

At the Bombay Brasserie

Sitting in the Bombay Brasserie
on Hyde Park in London, we were being
entertained by one of my husband’s
middle eastern colleagues and his wife.

During dinner we had struck up
a conversation with a couple at the next
table. When they’d finished their meal,
the gentleman took out his pipe and lit it.

He happily shared it with his wife.
“Turkish Tobacco,” he said, “the best.”
As the waiter cleared our table, our host
pulled a pipe out of his jacket pocket.

His wife wiggled in anticipation. He handed it
to her, then he reached into another pocket to find
a second pipe for me. I puffed on it a couple of times
and got so high we almost missed the last train home.

Mario Vitale

Mario Vitale is a poet who developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. He has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry soup. Vitale lives with his elderly mother Ann Soulier in Wolcott, Ct. Currently he has written well over 1,000 poems and two short stories.

The following work is Copyright © 2021, and owned by Mario Vitale and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Blood On The Marquee

Blood On The Marquee
Savor host
Savior moist
Search within
thoughts of Rin Tin Tin
shallow peaks that stink
fall away from me
the clearance way from me;
within its love set free
shallow road where Chinese man pee
Blood on the marquee
water within the base of the tree
hoping someday my sweet would so kindly marry me
Blood on the marquee
some folks live in the land of make believe
source through shallow peaks
busy as a bee
come with source to marry me
unlock the key

Blood on the marquee
shallow pool with dreams;
base the pool filled with leaves;
chase back the hill one be willing to believe
blood on the marquee
see through the hills will follow me
lest, you never achieve
lobster with soda strange as getting to know you
words that clash
figure of speech
satin sheets
blood on the marquee
foreign lead
apple pie with ice cream
amuse the cat with sleeve