In the days
of wine and roses,
in days of old
when times were easier.
There was no descent into paranoia,
no blackness, just the light.
of times so sweet to the heart,
the soul cries,
because there are no more.
Now our minds bleed
thinking about what used to be,
white picket fences,
surrounding a house of Americana.
With fierce rage of rain,
so wicked are they.
We ache for the days of free love,
when gold streets shined like a beacon,
when we yearned for a single touch. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2o19
I have been writing poetry for 44 years. I began writing poetry when I was 15 years old and to this date I have written over 16,000 poems. I have had poems published in The San Fernando Journal, The Rag Mag, WYRD, The Cultural Reverence(e-magazine) and in Kiiroo(e-magazine), Mobius and the World Peace Anthology. I have over 1000 poems published in all. I also have a poetry page on Wix.com entitled anemotionaljourney.com. I also have written a Science Fiction/Fantasy novel entitled "The Blue Sphere" and I am currently working on two other books at the present time. One is entitled "The Angel and the Witches and the other is "Once Upon A Halloween"
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