Cherry Ripe

By Luigi Pagano

A medley of rhymed and unrhymed poems cherry picked on a writing website.
by Luigi Pagano.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Luigi Pagano
• Release date: Jun 21, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458075239

Luigi Pagano

Luigi PaganoBorn in Italy, moved to England in 1961.Having dabbled in writing in his native country, he decided to resume this activity, as a hobby, in his retirement.He has published five collections of poems:‘Idle Thoughts’; ‘Reflections’; 'Cherry Ripe''; 'Poetry on Tap' and 'Cherry on Top' plus 'Guns and Dolls' – a short book containing three short stories – and three novelettes 'Jessica World'., 'An Enquiring Mind' and 'A Life's Journey'Digital versions of these can be found at Smashwords. and other distributors like Kobo and Barnes and Noble.He was a member of Writers Group and indie publishers I*D Books based in Shotton, Flintshire until they ceased activity.His work has been featured in various magazines and anthologies. A regular contributor to the websites ABCtales.com, Poetry24, and UKAuthors.co.uk, he was ‘Writer of the Month’ on the latter in December 2005.

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Cherry Ripe

a poetic medley

by

Luigi Pagano

Copyright © 2011 Luigi Pagano

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Unaccustomed As I Am

I feel alright in front of the mirror,

my diction is clear, the tone is right,

but facing people I’m full of terror;

I gasp for air and my throat is tight.

Public performance is a nightmare.

I go to pieces when I see the crowd

and truly wish that I wasn’t there.

My voice is shrill, perhaps too loud.

I am all aquiver as I hear my name

being announced by the compere,

this is too serious, it isn’t a game:

the tension is more than I can bear.

My face resembles tomato ketchup,

the rhythm alters, first up then down;

it starts at a trot and ends in a gallop.

At the deep end, I will soon drown.

But when it’s over, what do I find?

I didn’t need to undergo such torment:

some in the