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Here is a collection of my own poems that I will add to from time to time. I have grouped them into two selections, "Milestones", in which I take a look at some of the influences that have helped shaped who I am today. Then there is, "On The Lighter Side", and some of these will be just a touch, tongue-in-cheek.


Part Two: On The Lighter Side

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A young man feels his defences crumble when he is faced with the...

Bright Lights And The Rascally Miss Bee

No, no, NO! This is My heart my dear, my dear,
a heart I keep locked safe away.
You'll not come inside this heart you hear, you hear,
my heart is Not where you play!

What's this I now hear my dear, my dear?
What's this you are trying to say?
You'll be a good girl you swear, you swear,
a good girl, all night and all day.

Just look at you there my dear, my dear,
just look, so pretty and wanton
And now look what you've done I fear, I fear,
my poor heart is so mightily thumping!

'Tis a dance now you want oh my, oh my,
a dance would be so very sweet.
And into my arms you fly, you fly,
tippy-toes on your bare dancing feet.

I'm breathing so hard my dear, oh dear,
and I smell you, a woman so fine.
'Tis hard now to see you, to see you there,
tiny kisses to taste like sweet wine.

Come into this heart my dear, my dear,
come into where you belong.
I've opened the door, the way is clear,
our two hearts are now as one song.

  Tony Lagio
  Copyright © 2003 - Present
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I believe poetry is more a mirror of what is inside the heart and mind of the poet, rather than an accurate reporting of events and I also believe that thought to be probably 90% true.

Most of poetry is charming. There is no other word, it is just charming. Oh there is a huge range of subjects, or emotions from the reality of say, those who might report on the grimmer side of a very real condition, a reporting meant to illuminate a sorry fact of life that needs that light shined on it, to perhaps the writings of the starry-eyed who will tell us of their adventures and dreams as only the young can see them and in the telling they take us on some very breathless and fun-filled journies.

We can have poems of love that is deep, love that is fun, heartbreak and excitement and it is all these stories that truly celebrate the spirit inside us all. We are dreamers and we look to the brighter side of life. We all have experienced very real tragedy but a healthy being is able to overcome those darker times and move on towards the light.

I was thinking these thoughts and others when I penned the following silly little ditty, sitting on my downtown fire escape and I used the bag my sandwich was in and the back of a shopping list my lady friend, Bee had given me the night before. It was inspired by the assistant to a friend of mine who is one of my accounts. I deal with her every day and Elenita has a bubbly and fun personality and she is likely to come out with the most outlandish remarks. I was looking for a change from thinking of business and deadlines and decided it was time to pay back my lighter side and so I took this nice lady and made her a terrible adventuress. Hehehe, maybe I'll show it to her one day, maybe I will. :-)


Oh, Elenita!

Elenita stood real tall and her eyes flashed hot and grey,
beautiful, haughty and proud.
She was a dancer in a nightspot on old Montego Bay
quite the darlin' of all that dockside crowd.

Her lover was Il Lupo and he'd never lost a fight,
and when she wasn't watching this guy played;
you see Il Lupo was the bossman of the ladies of the night,
quite the master of all this wolf surveyed.

Enter Mistress Carmen, the new girl on the block
who quickly set her sights on this tough prize.
She took him to her boudoir just two streets from the dock
Where they loved and laughed until the sun did rise.

Elenita wasn't stupid, she knew she'd come up short,
she hadn't liked to share her man with Carmen.
Next night when she was dancing she decided with a snort,
the time had come to teach them both a lesson.

The night was black and sultry when Elenita made her move,
she really needed stealth for this bad rascal;
she felt that this was something she really had to prove,
to every living soul in Bay Montego.

Il Lupo was meeting Carmen in her place again this night,
Elenita thought this would not be easy fun,
so to show that she meant business she had to do this right,
she loaded her little nickle-plated gun.

Two lovers locked together when Elenita slipped in there,
they didn't even hear her loud hellos.
She fired her gun wildly, through damp and parted hair,
and emptied it into naught, but their two pillows.

But Elenita was wrong, she heard the judge say
as he read to her the sentence,
'twould be years before she saw the light of day,
or danced another proud and haughty dance.


  Tony Lagio
  Copyright © 2003 - Present
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