Three Poems by Giulio Magrini

 

HEATED BY THE PERPETUAL FEMALE

 

For the Caridi women

 

 

 

You identify the Female answer to light 

Because it was shared dutifully  

Or with ignorance with each  

Subsequent step and action 

The Female nourishment of world  

By countenance and care 

Directed and becoming each persona 

Hands opened  

Lifting miniatures of life  

Delivered within each personal pyramid* 

Accepting arms of essential reassurance 

And passion for totality 

Standing in righteousness  

The breadth of humanity 

And guidance of civilization 

Our abiding human coupling 

An amalgam of mystery, love, intensity 

Our fallible meta-perspective as subordinate 

 

Not the individual collaborators of history 

But the plebeian standard of Female 

Living in the receptors of essence  

And the flowing of substance  

 

Through their colloquial barter 

The heavens of consciousness approach our grasp 

And the Females stand before and within us 

As they always were 

The Female surrendering warming sun  

Gentle rain lilting breezes and when essential 

Raging torrents and blizzards  

Their appropriate senses in comportment with humanity 

They are the coupling and enablement of evolution 

 

Through the pathways of dirt on our roads 

Disruptions of direction eclipse paths 

Our mutual dampened response in partnership  

We are astray without their more perfect language 

Our isolated contribution  

To their answer is never enough  

 

But the enlightened articulate  

The stronger evidence of Female  

Endures in the present of our shared plane 

Blowing their blessings of life  

Through breaths within us 

 

We are enlightened by gifted binary 

In the radiance of symmetry  

The assembled virtuosos of universe  

Not through adornment but substance 

Serenaded in evolution as Female  

Their blood flows through us  

To enable our amuse bouche to eternity 

 

Ascend to their mission of better understanding 

Through a unity and harmony of world 

Gifted in specific and personal bouquets  

That will adorn visions  

And define the existence of all

Pittsburgh poem for the lovely insiders 

 

Dem Jagoffs Abide 

 
To appreciate the diverse voices 
Harmonizing distinctive choices 
Offering tidy bouquets 
Through the acclaim from the mountaintop 
Cuddling pledges of patriarchy 
 
The words comfort  
Wet blankets of art 
Float in a pool of celebrity 
Discernable provisional erections 
 
Imperceptible thumping and secretive 

Furtive signals sent in code  
To selected spectators 

 
These characters do not welcome one another 
Provoking derivatives of reaction from the players 
Relief; shock; disappointment; and joy 
All under the disguise of being 
 
The host many consider purposeful  
Dignitaries with the persistence  
Of a mundane white butterfly 
 

They have banned poignancy  
With the arrogance of haughty milieu 
Virtuosity grounded in percentages 
And the sincerity of a virtual hand heart 
 
You are reminded of the clarity  

Of the ass-end of a salami 

And the string that chokes and chokes

 

 

THE INSIDE WALK TO THE COLOR OF DIRT  

 

FROM THE OUTSIDE 

 

Not a stride or a promenade 

But a limping stagger of drudgery 

A collection of casualties and broken missions 

Dismantled hearts blind to each other 

Individualized solitary misery  

Their reach ignorance but struggling to grasp 

And their weeping is breathing 

Until they are drowned in tears 

In rectification they suppose they are isolated  

Justified in their appalling miasma  

To swim in tarnished aquariums  

Contaminated polluted waters 

We concede imperfection  

But not to their defiled level 

A personalized intolerable dissonance  

We peer at their bacteria in our looking glass  

The titillation and voyeuristic glee  

Scrutinizing their contagion 

In a penal cage of our design  

Incarcerated and polluted  

Gasping and grasping for anima  

Illuminating no shadow  

Behind their image 

 

 

FROM THE INSIDE 

 

The termination of pounding observations 

To ponder the possibilities of difference 

My surveillance has created self-loathing 

And I embrace the mirror 

Smash the microscope 

To behold the revelation  

Of your elapsed haunted perspective 

To become a communication of tears 

And a sharing of the sad now 

Accepting a possibility of a collective harmony 

Inhaling the colours of dirt as we must 

But unified that no other  

Can take the strength of our spirit 

As we lay our hands in the dirt  

And sanctify each other

 

Giulio Magrini started writing poetry in the early 1970’s. He has performed at the Three Rivers Arts Festival, and many other venues in Pittsburgh. Giulio has conducted poetry workshops in alternative high schools, prisons, drug and alcohol rehabilitation centers, and hosted a radio show for local poets. The anthology of his poetry and flash fiction over the last fifty years, The Color of Dirt was published in September 2022 by Word Association Press. Copies are available through Amazon, but the author prefers interested parties for his book contact him directly through his email at giulio27@verizon.net As Giulio Magrini tells us, “We have put our hands in the dirt and sanctified each other.”