A PICTORIAL TRIBUTE
TO HOLLYWOOD'S MONA LISA
"La gloriosa donna della mia mente."

Though grimly now we reminisce,
On sorrow lurking in a kiss,
Oh blessed are you who could endure,
A broken heart and love unsure.

Hope
The bright is sure to come again,
But we, dear Elpis, know not when.
Now do appear in flowers wound,
Thou sweetest hope, and last state found.
9/25/11


An arid clime is feeble,
To vanish tears away,
Nor dew of eyes so moist,
Unveiled at break of day.
When beauty holds affection,
On passion's course so true,
The parched and withered soul,
Will dampen then anew.
Withdraw the barren skies,
As ever pleads the soul,
To cease from recasting,
A dire and poignant role.
No replica though perfect,
Opposing could endure,
Or charm the devoted,
So blessed of her allure.

Dedicated to the Fans of Gene Tierney

Bewail not shadows,
Scattered through time,
Nor breathless visions,
Created in mime.
Still gently may fingers,
Spanning the breach,
Touch softly in greeting,
The souls within reach.
For the worthy of heart,
Their spirits to blend,
Shall live an enduring
Tale with no end.

Jealousy

Invidia casts an evil eye,
A look her smile cannot belie,
When punctured in her jealous heart,
And poisoned by the serpent's dart.
The coils of anguish 'round her breast,
Devour and strangle without rest.
In serving malice, thus engrossed,
She plays a bitter guest and host.
1/27/11

- shanghaibenny2