poems of peace and love

Mysterious Moon

Sometimes you catch me dreaming
And I think
Heaven had a hand in you–
Not just some far off star exploding long ago.

And who’s at your switch
You mysterious glow.
Is there a keeper for you–
Washing your face–blowing your nose.

Sometimes I catch you hiding–
Hiding behind that smokey mist
And I think
You must have a secret.
Do you sit in that eerie sky just waiting–
Waiting for that day for it to be told.

Sometimes we catch each other smiling–
Smiling in the night–
Just smiling
And I think
We both knew each other somewhere
Somewhere before–
Eons and eons ago.

For other poems by James V. Nicosia

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Oh Dandelion where are you
oh Dandelion De La Rue

it’s a lonely world without you
Dandelion De La Rue

I can hear the leaves a falling
saying as they do
oh where oh where are you

I can hear the birds a calling
Coo Coo Coo Coo Coo Coo
Dandelion De La Rue

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TWILIGHT CITY
In her eyes, she sees the diamond twilight city,
where the Harlows and the Garbos never die.
In her heart, she knows the star she longs to follow,
to the sign up in the Hills where angels fly.
And the legendary Metro Goldwyn Mayer
is her freeway to the sky.
And every dime-a-dance girl with a suitcase on the sidewalk
knows her story has already been told.
And the bus back home to Lonelyville,
it don’t leave here anymore.
And every Norma Jean who bought a ticket to the dream,
saw the twilight city lose its tinsel glow.
While the bus back home to Lonelyville,
it don’t leave here anymore.
No the bus back home to Lonelyville,
it don’t leave here anymore.

Werds & Muzik N.Tween 2015.

Tiddly do bugaboo

what’s up with you?

Squeeky wheel please add some grease

before the crickets run off

with the wagon

Tiddly do bugaboo

what’s up with you?

Life wasn’t supposed to be like this

Mr Whiskers

I was supposed to dream and find out stuff

figure it all out

and all I am left with

is beauty, bugaboo

beauty lying there all along

in the way the cat sleeps

all day with no plans at all

and shows up at the same each night beside me

beauty bugaboo in the light

in the shadows and in Monet’s snow.

There is nothing in wisdom

except for the knowledge of your own ignorance

my little bug-a-boo-kins

We thought we could stop the gun with a flower