Tuesday, April 12, 2016

Merry Men Of Italy Comments

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The topic never matters around that battered wooden table
In that village square their chairs move with the cafe shadows
The Mediterranean sunshine is reason enough for a drink
What concern was it of anyone if they brought their own?
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Pamela Sinicrope 14 April 2016

I love the sense of community that comes with a community plaza! Nicely written Edmund. Wonderful sentiment and an evocative poem.

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Edmund Strolis 17 April 2016

My mother Rosalina would always say what is this? or Is this ever going to get going? when music was too slow for her. She thought music should be a celebration. The community plaza could wipe out so much of the insecurities that people have. No long faces allowed. You would be grabbed and lifted up by people that care. Forced into a spotlight of clapping and jostling until the blues were shaken from your mind and spill out of your shoes.....

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Clarence Prince 14 April 2016

Yes, Perhaps join them in a chorus, swaying or dancing, arm in arm Or, as some say, easy quiet, makes no riot! Nice reading, Thanks for sharing, Edmund!

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Edmund Strolis 17 April 2016

There is joy in the good music of cultures. The music inherited from ancestors, the oral history, the friendship and celebration of life.

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Norah Tunney 12 April 2016

I can feel the atmosphere, the gaiety, I love Italians and there love of celebration Light and uplifting! Wonderful poem thanks Edmund

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Edmund Strolis 17 April 2016

Oh yes, I learned first hand. I am in the United States but my mother was from Italy. Despite so much sadness she always wanted to chase it away with loud music and laughter.....

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Kim Barney 12 April 2016

Very nice poem, and that jug of wine should keep them merry!

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