POEMS

BY
VICTOR A. VELLA


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WHO AM I?

It is not for me to change or accept that which is I have no choice for it has come to pass It is so written in sand for all eternity I march to the drum beat in pursuit of windmills Reaching to the heavens all for naught A pawn on the checker-board as fate makes its move One of countless stars sucked into a bottomless pit Fueled by life’s gravity around which I orbit It is the law of the universe to which I must bend I search for rhyme and reason as to who and why I am One link in the continuum of human experience A life short as a cosmic flash … yet a moment of glory (May 1997) -----------------------------------------------------

THE CANVAS

The moonlit night with stars ablaze Sparkles amidst the fragrance of the jasmine The sunset in all its blazing glory Shimmers and dances atop the ocean waves The butterfly in its resplendent beauty Folds symmetry and color in perfect harmony The flowers, exotic, breathless and stunning Make the spirit soar and the soul surrender Why then all this beauty and grandeur? Was it created for our eyes and pleasure? Or, are we just part of the palette? Part of the whole, part of the living God? (May 1997) ---------------------------------------------

WE THE PEOPLE

We reach, Nobody grasps. We cry, Nobody cares. We die, Nobody knows. Who gives a damn! Anybody listening? We dream, Of tomorrow. It gives us death. We plant, A rose. It gives us thorns. Who gives a damn! Anybody listening? We love Of heart. It gives us pain. Where do we go From here? Does it really matter? Who gives a damn! Anybody listening? (August 1992) ---------------------

TRANSITIONS

The immortality of man Lies beyond the soul In the continuity of life For as sure as Autumn fades Spring is yet to bloom. With each new blossom Comes a stirring of hope The aspiration to success The promise of tomorrow, Youth in search Of soul and spirit Awaits the trumpets Of the Olympiad. Siblings loved and raised Where heart transcends all, The nest empties With new horizons sought, The immigrant’s past Becomes the progeny’s future Awash in a field of dreams. Farewell my child Fair winds and following seas Look not behind Soar onward and outward Beyond the wildest reach To the heavens afar. (April 1993) ----------------------------

MOMENT OF JOY

The moment of joy A new child born A prayer answered Despair turned to hope A long sough dream come true An only son to raise A friend to love and trust The bond of love forged The anticipation of the future Fired my very soul You gave me meaning I dared not fail An only son to teach A continuity of self to pass The family name to entrust The acorn turned oak Values solidly forged Stamp than your mark With integrity and candor Let altruism stir your heart Two links in a continuum Of battles fought and won A third one yet to form As the silver lining nears For your moment of joy (February 1960) ---------------------

FOR WHOM THE BELLS TOLL

The bells toll But not for me Not as yet … I have a garden Five blossoms strong To love and tend. No matter the odds My heart beats on One more sunrise Still … (March 1997) ------------------ E-mail to Victor A. Vella
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