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Charles Member # 477
posted Butler Pennsylvania XXVI
On September 11 when it happened we had to think about our thin brick walls that kept standing here in the heartland and only our tears would not stop falling.
Butler Pennsylvania XXVII
(September 21)
The news has reached us that New York buildings have started to get up early again just to feel the first sunlight on their faces and down along their sides.
Butler Pennsylvania XXVIII
(September 30)
Late one night in infamous September the Court House clock failed to strike the hour and seconds passed before a raven glided down into the Square where I, still awaiting the sound, watched it circle and alight upon a chilled monument of granite at eye level to face me intently before lifting off for the tower turret whence it had come, and look down at me now as if in triumph.
from: The Butler Pennsylvania Poems
Roro Member # 435
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Nice poems
God bless you
Charles Member # 477
posted Butler Pennsylvania XXXI (1945)
And the figures on the porches fathers, daughters and sons who had returned from war let forgetting happen as did mothers who sat in wicker chairs beside windows where faded banners hung with golden stars.
They could only sit there silent on glider swings or those on chains, some seeking calm in rocking chairs mothers had used to rock them to sleep in while around them men spoke of Marne, Argonne or Verdun.
Now, if at all, language came in broken strands with long silent gaps between, where those who heard would mine for meanings. But nothing formed. Only the back and forth of swings on chains, grinding on hooks overhead.
In time one would rise, wander out on warped boards to stare out in fright at oaks or pines that turned slowly then into tender pillars standing guard over that safe plot, my earth, my space, my hearth.
And the others? Was it a bell sounding at Franklin and North or the light flowing up the alley behind Main Street that brought them back-- or was it the hammering at the forging mill or the sound of trains at night making order in the yards out beyond the hill?
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Haunting! Very moving. It is also haunting to think of the innocent people dying day by day as the attacks on Afhganistan continue.
Charles Member # 477
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quote:Originally posted by djnic: Haunting! Very moving. It is also haunting to think of the innocent people dying day by day as the attacks on Afhganistan continue.
It is good to have readers like you in Egypt. We are all connected in our longing for peace, aren't we? Charles
Charles Member # 477
posted Butler Pennsylvania XXXI
How many mothers walked down the sandstone steps from our hospital overlooking town with babies in their arms singing silent songs of joy for what they held for the sun to see and all of us unseen who welcomed their replenishing- while not far from there, were it not for trees, a black thread of cars could be seen inching up the hill for our quiet field with the gray weathering stones.
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Charles Member # 477
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Butler Pennsylvania VII
Butlerites write letters of condolence when someone dies, brings food to back doors and tramp through matted grass in graveyards looking for friends, some few of whom lodged in pillared manses, but mostly others who lived in clapboard houses that still stand at street corners like churches.
Greetings to my readers in Egypt and wishing you a good and peaceful New Year. Charles Cingolani
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Charles Member # 477
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Butler Pennsylvania XXXIV
She would come every day to visit her son who had been sent to the County Prison for murder.
I am only doing what a mother does, she said.
Then she would dream she saw him coming home from school with books under his arm waving to her at her kitchen window.
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Charles Member # 477
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Butler Pennsylvania 47
Normandy
She was standing on the porch that day in June watching her youngest coming up the steps and across the lawn when it happened on the sand where her oldest lay now clawing his fingers deep into the beach at Omaha and thought of her last.
quote:Originally posted by cingolani_c: Butler Pennsylvania 47
Normandy
She was standing on the porch that day in June watching her youngest coming up the steps and across the lawn when it happened on the sand where her oldest lay now clawing his fingers deep into the beach at Omaha and thought of her last.
And is this related to visiting Egypt, living in Egypt, or classifieds?
Miss Sarajevo Member # 999
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Hello Charles L. Cingolani,
I have read all your poems. Your poetry reminded me on my childhood. Especially the poem "Oak and Pearl.
Thank you Charles.
------------------ Miss Sarajevo
Charles Member # 477
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Thank you, Miss Sarajevo, for you appreciative comments. I think that when poeple in other countries read about my little town in the U.S.A. they feel that theirs is pretty much the same. People have the same feelings and aspirations. Greetings, Charles
Charles Member # 477
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Butler Pennsylvania 25
There is a rusty bridge over a creek not far from home that lies there in autumn watching leaves fall on shallow water and wait, before drifting slowly down around the bend.