Horse by Mario William Vitale (100 books to read in a lifetime txt) 📕

We Only Get One Chance


When it comes down to the line..,

They don't like you they only fear you !
We all only get one chance,
By which to make a good first impression...
Yet what have you all been wishing ?

Have we all forgotten Ben Laden ?

Nor a mere Suni or a Shiite ?
We all long to become something we are not !
Still all are pressed to give it a test...
Yet we all still poise a difficult threat !


Our weak willed senator's have been heavily spent..,

We are in an intense recession !
For some may even remember The Great Depression ?
Hence, all our in a battle of mixed word's !
Yet we oft' stradle the fence !


While the government will raise the rent !

Yet we are in great need to work together..,
In the hands of the potter at will !
Still it will be no cheap thrill..,
Nor vial disregard to a bargain basement type of deal ?


We all long to keep our noses clean,

There can be no real reason for any of us to be mean !
A seed had been sown through
With patience the farmer will help till the soil..,
As in patience..,

It may take a little while to get the water to boil !

Yet through the portal of laughter,
There oft' derives a bit of pain !
Still not having you in my arms is driving me insane !
Through laughter their derives much pain !


It was starting to rain...

On that particular night,
Yet with a lot of patience..,
Hence, the hope of a new given time,
A well sprung fertile soil

Has now grown to its fullest fruition !

Yet was there something other that you have been wishing ?


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A Business Man


We oft' ponder a way of escape ?

Unto a destination unknown..,
Amidst all the struggle in are everday life,


Through vast hidden agenda's...

With turmoil, envy and strife !

Yet among the given pain their still remains a cure !

Still who would have ever known ?
That given business man had a plan !
Yet who among us is corporate ?
Hence, the mentality of a human meatball..,

Nor, give a call to a guy named Paul !

You know, I just heard that he still works down at the mall ?

Yet through each trials.,
Within those scores of women's liberation..,
Perhaps, were in need of a break ?
On a long awaited yet needed vacation/


How Lucky Luciano was such an honest man !
For many had said that he had a plan..,
Eyes they see through..,
Yet with whom do they behold ?


Now you will do what you are told !

Until the rights to you are sold..,
Let us all stick to our hidden agenda's,
Now so sorry to happen to offend ya !
Yet one can never tell..

The way a business man ever moves !
To become that port in the storm..,
Not some kind of stranger out of the actual norm..,

Having that James Bond approach !

Else, you would be sitting alongside second class coach !

Nor having our vast mere extreme protocol !
With fling hats and fancy suit's to match !
Given into their high ego's !
I just don't get it ?

Just us Machiavelli's approach : " It is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both. (Niccolo Maciavelli)


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Try To Forget Yourself !


Start thinking honestly..,

Up upon the great wing's of a white dove !
Oft' we all tend to fly hand and hand..,
Some may even want to stick it to the man,
On toward the sun !

Do not be as the heathen are.,

To just bury your head and run !

Where all traveling toward the god's..,
It's all about him,
Try to forget yourself..,
Let's all work together,

In the elimination of all known forms of disrimination..,

That time for a change is now !
Don't have to bow to the golden cow,
Forget about looking back at the plow !
The choice is ultimately our own to make..,

Now which pathway in life will you take ?


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The Pathway To Success


A rock was thrown.,
Through a door
Yet the portal..,
The surface was a bit decayed ?

Frayed,
They lie in wait to prey..,
Having fangs for teeth,
Vile, Helpless and Hopeless !

Surreal from the actual norm.,
An emmense explosion,
The decadence...
Evidence that would hurt you.,

The tormentor's our at the door.,
Wanting and waiting.. ?
They beg of you death.,
Still

A tense smile although one knew all the while.,
Yet don't hesitate..,
Don't relent in reaching heaven's door !
This is that time in which to explore

An open door.,
The falsehood of decor.,
An explosion of ecstasy.,
Marked by a virtual pen

The hammer hit the door !
Causing a disturbance,
Desolate times,
Yet we have fallen for ill faded rhymes...

For a stated cause that's atrocious.,
A mother's cry as the door bell rang
Vanishing salute to freedom as the church choir sings !

Let's look above to the heavenly love !

Falsehood,
What a shame !
You make a mockery out of the situation..,
Simply to justify your sin ?

Now where do I even begin...


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Solitude


Hence, the open door.,
Of that of a modest decor,
Filled with springs of fresh desire !
The waiting...

You pierced through another day,
Longing,
Like never before..,
You filled your time with ham on rye.,

Nor Martini,
Not a good thing.
Yet,
For Summer's End...

The waiting....,

Patience can make or break a man...
Although, perplexed from where he has been
Longing,
To reach to top of the mountain.,

Out of a glorious dialect.,
A modest apparel.,
The soft sandeled feet.,
A given chance by which to meet and greet.,

The Lies,
You made a mockery...
Can we talk ?
I saw a vision like none other,

That of a brother helping brother..,
But, we long to help...
Save your money for your momma.,
Giving props to President Obama !

The time for a change is now !


( An American Prayer I!! )


We are oft' blinded;
Torn amidst a careless frontier,
The ashes were replaced with a hint of fragrance ?


Within pain there cometh a lasting surprise


Oft, perplexed yet still bleeding ?

Amidst the shelter an open door...
We had treasured a rose,
That was plucked a time before...
With a cement lattice,
A primeaval decor,


The sweet scent of sweat...
Oft, we have become a bit combersome ?
Torn !

From time well spent in thought,

From the derision of the loss of the less fortunate..,

You kill the unborn/ innocent in the womb !
Hence, how will one stand on that prepared day ?
You will hear a desolate cry while being thrown immediately into the lake of fire !
The lake that will never be queched by thought..,

Rather, a line that had been drawn in the sand !
Have we as a society been willing to take a stand ?


A flask of whiskey may soothe the pain yet the soul..,

March on through the violent storm filled with intense pain !

Let the smile of the lonely tormentor's arise !
Through the intense mediocrity..,
With poison fangs filled with vile asps !
Filled through the silence,

Lieth a wandering yet beckoning call...

Yet for many they still
Hear a faint but beckoning call !


* ( Dio )


Ronald James Padovana

Born July 10th, 1942...
Cortland, New York,
Early seventies first band known as Elf,
Shorly after to follow after with The Rainbow band..,

(1975-1978)

* Rock Band Black Sabbath 1982-1991,

His height never bothered to stop him !
Measuring at a cool five feet 4 inches..,
Through six decades;
His age was not important to him..,

Raised in a quiet middle class community,

Changing his name later from Padovana to Dio !
Which in Italian means God !


"It was starting to rain,
On the night when we first decided !"

Rock and Roll Children !
There will never be another poet like Dio..,
I'm humbled to just write.,
Never mind write in his capacity !

He's a true legend of Rock and Roll !

It was just six years ago..,
When I saw the famed Dio !
The place,
In Hartford, Ct.

It was at their outdoor pavilion..,

Known as The Meadows Music..,
With the first act being Motorhead !
"The Ace Of Spades !"

Man I thought all those guys would be dead ?
Next on their line up was this little man ?
As strange as it may seem
Filled with vibrant melodic lyrics..,

Kind of a poetic genius in a sense !

When Black Sabbath was out..,
What a perfect replacement for Ozzie !
Having a rock and roll perfect hold..,
Raised 1,000,000 for starving Africans !


In Hear and Aid !
Popularized the hands horned gesture !
A salute to a real legend Ronnie James Dio !


A brief biography of Mario William Vitale,
Throughout 40 years Mario has written well over 1,000 poems to his poetic platform.

Has written 13 short stories,
Vast amounts of literature steming from portal outlets such as: Poetic Portals, Starlife Cafe, Poetrycraze.com & HubPages to name a few.

His unique approach and style can be compared to that of John Ashbery & Mark Strand as influences,
Thank you for the express opportunity in reading Vitale's work.

His newest work is derived from a much deeper philosophical approach to living his life better.
Not as that in the world view sense of an existentialist would perceive,
Yet in the art of free verse in the notion of creative words.

As reflective in such poet greats as Ashbery, Strand and Louise Gluck.
Mario William Vitale feels that as a nation we have turned our backs on the God of the universe.
Which in his view is Jesus Christ.
Then they just primarily settle for the rudiments of the basic essentials just to get by in life.

Rather, one should seek to live by faith in order to approach this vast domain ahead called heaven.
For well over 20 years now, Vitale has demonstrated excellence in the true rich art of creative writing.
Again looking up to poets such as Mark strand and John Ashbery for their poetic contributions.

Taught prisoners at Manson Prison in Cheshire, Ct.
Christian 12 steps as a unique opportunity to reach those who have got involved with illegal activities,
Now have to do the time for theeir actions.
My first poem entitled, "Remembrance Of A Loved One'
Submitted successfully in 1989 by Virginia Writer's Quarterly.

Over the years I had submitted various poems for publications throughout the USA.
Such as platform venues which include the likes of