Category Archives: POETRY

Concert Photos/Reviews, POETRY

SO YOUNG

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You are all so young.
I’m not going to tell you
that I listen to your music everyday.DSCN0961
-But I do.

I am not saying I talk about you
to friends every chance I get.
-Oh, I do.

It would be foolish for me to confess that
I think about all of you, every night, before I sleep.
-Always do.

Or that I wake up every morning
hearing your songs in my head.
-I do that too.

I am not even going to whisper I love you.
That would, of course, be rediculous.
-But forever I will.

Please don’t make me say that three,
very young men, hold such a delightfully
vital place in my world.
-Nevertheless you do.

~Marie

Il Volo, POETRY

Ahh Poetry

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Many of you, well, some of you,  ok three of you, have asked me for more poetry.  I wrote this poem for “Concert Week Part Deux”.  A project we might do together this winter.  But, (be kind, my soul’s on the line) – I wrote it now.  It feels like now.  It’s for now.

TO SEE THEM

I want to see Them again and again.
I don’t care where and I don’t care when.

I think you all know who They are.
They’re my loves, They’re my stars.

I imagined I was just sitting there
in a red, velvet, VIP chair.

Could They be amazing like before?
A hush happened and then a roar.

Is this a dream so real and clear?
How can I feel Them, then, so near?

I held my breath, both hands shook.
Then opened my eyes and took a look.

I rubbed them both, I stared real hard
and there THEY were in my backyard!

Singing to me where wild birds flew
on a grass filled stage where flowers grew.

How grateful I am for what I hear,
music, full and rich, filled my ear.

I smiled, I knew They really weren’t there.
But close your eyes if you dare.

You can see and hear Them, plain as day.
Perfect music never fades away.

~Marie

Gianluca, Ignazio, Il Volo, Piero, POETRY

RCMH – YOU ARE LOVE

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LAST NIGHT I WAS FILLED WITH PRIDE                                                                                                                                AS THEY RODE THE WAVE OF FAME I CRIED

MY FRIENDS, MY CREW, WAITED FOR THE GOLD                                                                                                              A PAGE IN THE BOOK OF IL VOLO IS TOLD

WE WISHED WE COULD HAVE BEEN THERE TO CHEER                                                                                                   BUT AS ALWAYS WE’RE PASSIONATELY DEVOTED FROM HERE

LET THIS ONE NIGHT BE A MEMORY TO LAST                                                                                                                OUR GIFTS OF LOVE WERE SHAMELESS AND VAST

SPEECHLESS VIDEOS WERE TO BE SEEN                                                                                                                               BEHIND THE STAGE WE WATCHED THEM PREEN

AT EIGHT O’CLOCK WE WERE ALL ON SITE                                                                                                                     THEN WE WROTE OF TRIUMPH THRU THE NIGHT

THEY SEIZED THE STAGE, THEY WERE BOLD AND STRONG                                                                                     ALL THEIR LIVES THEY’VE LIVED A SONG

STRAIGHT TO THE TOP WE KNEW THEY’D SOAR                                                                                                               TO STANDING OVATIONS, BRAVO’S AND MORE

EMOTIONALLY EXHAUSTED WE WENT TO BED                                                                                                         DREAMS OF OUR ANGLES FILLED OUR HEAD

SLEEP DOESN’T ALWAYS COME AS PLANNED                                                                                                               TO THINK, TO WONDER, THEN TO UNDERSTAND

THAT LIFE’S NOT MEASURED BY WORK OR PLAY                                                                                                              BUT BY THE LOVE WE SEND EACH DAY

~Marie

Il Volo, POETRY

I CAME, I SAW, I CRIED

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CONCERTS COME AND CONCERTS GO.

SOME EVEN COST A LOT OF DOUGH.

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SOME ARE GREAT AND SOME ARE WRONG.

SOME ARE WEAK AND SOME ARE STRONG.

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BUT THE VERY BEST ONE BY FAR

FOR THIS ONE NIGHT …A SHINING STAR.

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ON SEPTEMBER 5TH I HEARD THEM SING

WITH AN ORCHESTRA AND ALL THEY BRING.

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THEY STOOD THERE, ALL THREE, HANDSOME AND YOUNG,

PRIDE IN THEIR EYES, MUSIC ON THEIR TONGUE.

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WHEN THEY BEGAN I STARTED TO WEEP

I’VE HAD VISIONS OF THIS IN MY SLEEP.

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I SNIFFED A LOT AND LOOKED AROUND.

ALL WERE MOVED BY THAT WONDROUS SOUND.

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IT CAME FROM IGNAZIO’S HEART AND PIERO’S SOUL

BEAUTIFUL GIANLUCA HAD A GOAL.

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HE WANTED TO PROVE HE LOVED US BACK

BY GIVING US WHAT WE ALL LACK.

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ITALIAN WORDS, AT AN ITALIAN PACE,

IN AN ENGLISH SONG SO FULL OF GRACE.

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WE ALL STARED IN DISBELIEF

TIME MOVED QUICKLY, THE SHOW SEEMED BRIEF.

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THERE NEVER WAS A TRIO WHO 

COULD MESMERIZE LIKE THESE GUYS DO.

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IT REALLY HAPPENED, THIS QUEST WE SHARED

HOW COULD ANY OF US HAVE BEEN PREPARED.

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TO HEAR WHAT WE HEARD, TO SEE WHAT WE SAW

IMPOSSIBLY WITHOUT A FLAW.

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THEY WON MY HEART OH, A WHILE AGO.

AND ON THIS NIGHT I LOVED THEM SO.

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THOSE ANGLES SANG TO US,  THEY SANG TO ME!

MY BODY SHOOK, I KNEW ALL COULD SEE.

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THE PASSION I HAVE FOR THESE THREE GUYS

TOOK NO ONE THERE BY SURPRISE.

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MOTHERS, DAUGHTERS, FATHERS TOO

ALL HAD A LOOK AS IF THEY KNEW.

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THESE LADS WILL GROW UP TO BE MEN

WE HEAR THEM NOW, WE’LL HEAR THEM THEN.

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BUT ON THIS NIGHT, OH, THIS NIGHT OF JOY!

I SAW HEAVEN THERE AND NOT A BOY.

~Marie