Category Archives: POETRY

Holiday, POETRY

STOP PLAYING BUON NATALE

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Dear Flight Crew,this one

I have called off work due to a level 2 snow emergency. I’m sitting here, feeling miserable, with a head cold, still in my jammies, wrapped in a robe, watching it snow AGAIN! I dislike snow and it’s friend the ice.

I was born, almost on the beach, in perpetually sunny Southern California. Where we lived we could see Mt. Baldy. Ol’ Baldy was snow-capped part of the year. Twice a year or so mom would go into her bedroom closet and get that little bag with nine pairs of knitted gloves inside. We would all put on our heavest sweaters and jackets (none of us had boots, of course), pile in the Station Wagon and an hour and a half later we were in the snow. We would touch it, throw it, get cold feet and noses, hop in the car, go home and get in the pool. We weren’t rich. In Southern California I think you can get public assistance to build a pool.

Now, I’m grown and live in Ohio. There’s usually not a lot of snow here. Until now! So, it is among the sounds of the snow plows scraping and the snow blowers wailing that I blame Il Volo for this mess. More specifically “Buon Natale”. Stay with me here. I mean, look at these songs:

I’ll Be Home For Christmas – (“Please have snow…” they’re begging here!)
Jingle Bell Rock – (“..snowing and blowing..” sound like “bushels of fun” to you?)
It’s The Most Wonderful Time of the Year – (“caroling out in the snow” why?)
White Christmas – (the whole darn things about snow!)
Let it Snow. Let It Snow, Let it Snow – (nuff said, nuff said, nuff said)

For all I know, Panis Angelicus may mean “send more snow ” in Latin! (no emails please, I know it doesn’t). Ave Maria doesn’t mention snow though. I’m pretty sure that one is about me.

Now… if The Boys sang these to you as nicely as they do and you could open up the heavens and let the snow pour down wouldn’t you? Come on, I know all of you. Of course you would!

I rest my case. Someone up there is listening! STOP PLAYING BUON NATALE while I can still find my car under the snow! I have Christmas shopping to finish!

Thanking you in advance.

Sincerely,
~Marie

Holiday, POETRY

‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE (MY) CHRISTMAS

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Ignazio and santa

‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the villa,
not a creature was stirring, not even Godzilla (couldn’t think of another rhyme)

When, what to my wondering eyes should I hear, (I take liberties)
but a song and three Boys, not tiny, but Dear! (lots of liberties)

I saw Piero, Gianluca and Ignazio too,
up to my rooftop, to my living room they flew!

They were dressed all in Alfani, from their head to their foot,
but their clothes were all tarnished, with ashes and soot.

A bundle of love they had in their pack,
and they looked just like heaven, when I calmly stared back!

His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! (that really is a line!)
Piero’s glasses were there, the color of cherry! (that one’s not)

Gian said not a word but went straight to his work
and filled all my dreams with songs and a perk!

He’d left me Ignazio all covered with bows
and giving a nod up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his Fiat, to Piero gave a whistle,
and away they both flew, like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim as they drove out of site,
“Happy Christmas to all, I hope Marie doesn’t bite!”

*

~you know who

POETRY, Site News

Christmas Gifts For Our Boys

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christmas at the grove lighting

Let’s Christmas shop!

If we could what would we give Our Guys?
Here’s my List:

1) Youth – They have crammed so much and missed so much in the past four years, I’d like to give them four more.

2) Good Health – I would like you to believe this gift to be selfless. However, I really don’t want them to miss a concert near me because of illness.

Wealth – No, not important. Besides, they’ll have that.

3) Wisdom – To continue their career surrounded by positive influences.

4) Fun – Just because they deserve it!

5) Super Duper Glue – To stick them together…forever.

6) St. Christopher Medals – To keep them safe in their travels. They may already have this one.

7) An extra set of ears – So they can always hear how beautiful they sound.

8) Peace – In every aspect of their lives and what they bring to us and the world through their music.

9) A passel of children to sing to – well, maybe not this Christmas.

10) The Flight Crew – For love in abundance. This we can give with all our hearts.

Now, what gifts am I forgetting?

~Marieprinted

Il Volo, POETRY

GOING HOME

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Hey Crew,

Well, tomorrow is the last of the concerts. Looks like
Our Guys will still have another month of travel before
actually heading home. I wrote this for them when they do.Alina_Miami_2013.65

GOING HOME

Boys will be boys the saying goes,
But you are men before your time.

Never going to teen parties.
Never sleeping in a bed that’s your own.
Never eating home cooked meals.
Never time for Soccer play with pals.

Always watching your words.
Always careful with your actions.
Always smiling at strangers.
Always practicing.
Always on stage.

It’s been fun. We know you’re all tired.
We know you love what you do.
but now, it’s time to go home, young men,
to your friends, your own beds and to your mom’s.

Never doubt the Flight Crew will be waiting for your return.
Never question we will sing your praises while you’re home.
Never believe you have yet reached your peak of glory.
Never forget the faces that smile at you.

Always know we support you.
Always remember that you are our gift and we yours.
Always think of us thinking of you.
Always sing!

~Marie

POETRY

Talk to the … T-shirt?

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You’ve heard talk to the hand?
Well I talk to the t-shirt. Yes I do!
Didn’t even realize it until I was in IXIVCOMBO01
too deep to stop.

It is, of course, the “We Are Love” Tee.
I put it on a hanger and hung it on the
top outside of my closet door so I could
look at it before I sleep.

I sometimes find myself asking,
“How are you today Boys? Think this
outfit looks ok? Well Guys, should I
wash my car?” Yes I do!

Golden Ignazio just stands there looking handsome.
Velvety Blue Gianluca just stands there looking handsome.
Ruby Red Piero just stands there looking handsome.
Just standing there looking handsome.
Best men I ever knew!

I occasionally even pretend they speak, “We’re fine.
You look lovely. Yeah, that car’s pretty dirty.”

Now, if they would just hop off that shirt,
sing, or wash my car or just let me kiss a real cheek
instead of wearing out those beautiful cloth faces.
I would be happy forever!

What? Oh, some of you are as bad as I am,
but are you brave enough to admit it?
There’s space here!

~Marie