Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...is there a point in pondering implausible scenarios..."
"...We fathers-in-law meet periodically...."
"...More than a Christmas gift..."
"...Each ripple returning from shoreline to source..."
"...they've got fifteen extra years to sin like mad..."
"...I delight in the warmth of the eternity..."
"...something not really there but the ideal..."
"The news the Soviets had launched Sputnik..."
"...A war on a foreign soil That they did not cause..."
"...when the worlds collided, waging war on innocence...."
"...I have prepared some gifts for you..."
"...Think of unthinkable words prefixed with un-..."
"...Cups of tea, evening snack together..."
"...Like a foot thirty years barely beating..."
"...an unflinching desire that sometimes fills me..."
"...The tales of our past move through the air like a rocket in space..."
"...with these hands I smear colours -- mauve, scarlet, pink..."
"...Pale sunshine may give way to rain..."
"...He was surprised and happy to see me..."
"...searched my memory and my imagination..."
"...there was a global conspiracy theory..."
"...Cadavers, too, come with a sell-by date...."
"...A final farewell her body left on the silk..."
"...you did something, and think yourself so important..."
Michael Ceraolo is a 65-year-old retired firefighter/paramedic and active poet.
"...Don't ever let me go..."
"...Silence has a way of telling stories..."
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"...let us ease into the realm of technology..."
"...Looking back… Looking ahead…"