Tuesday, February 27, 2024

For the Love of Riley


  This is for every person whoever knew Laken Riley,

For all of those she was taken away from,

And for those  who never had a chance to meet her.


An outgoing heart of love,

Her right to go out was taken,

So another undeserving could come.


From so many of us she was taken,

Away from her loving family and friends,

And future patients she will never meet.


Her unborn cry out from Heaven,

For never knowing the love of her womb,

Though she takes now their hands to comfort.


Inside each of her former classrooms,

An empty chair holds fresh flowers,

An empty silence of students without words.


I who have laid down my pen,

Now use it building a bridge of words,

Connecting to her loving heart.


For her heart is a gift on Earth,

Rare and beautiful dedicated to others,

A life helping people she can no longer live.


Let us each build a bridge to her heart,

That she lives forever unforgotten,

Her light touching others through each one of us.



by Eric Visconti - Poet

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Friday, September 22, 2023

The Midnight Shadow

I just wrote this about cancer.


 It is light that creates shadow, but not always,

For the greater will dispel the lesser,

Yet some shadows exist without light.


Through my journeys I have sought out the light,

To dispel the darkness, plaguing others,

As they cast shadows in the sunlight with me.


Yet the Daemon lurks among us all,

Displaying wisdom in delaying when to strike,

For true terror lies within the waiting.


On that day it did rear it’s fearsome head,

While the sun sank taking the shadows of nature,

Leaving me one shadow to remain.


With the lights off I can see its presence,

I place my hand into its cold air of darkness,

Though out of reach I always feel its touch.


Such is the inhumanity within it’s heart,

Never having grace to kill quickly with mercy,

Gaining strength from the fear which it creates.


Now the world’s beauty seems just an illusion,

Scenery painted on the other side of glass,

In a place I can see like a distant world.


Yet one force remains to penetrate this shadow,

With beams piercing through from hearts of light,

For nothing can dispel the power of love.


For I know when God departed from this Earth,

Returning to a heaven without boundaries,

He left us the tool of miracles.


So powerful was this tool He has given,

Only limited by the force of free will,

God did not choose to leave us any others.

And so by the hearts around me,

Hands are pulling me from the darkness,

For we were given each other never to be alone.


Our strands of life are not measured evenly,

Yet to the beauty of life I have been returned,

With the creature of darkness remembered vividly.


The shadow will always be with me,

Though it is drowned out by the light of joy,

This light of joy where I choose to live and share.



by Eric Visconti - Poet

Exploring Life

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Monday, September 18, 2023

The Circle of Circles


 

This poem was inspired by the artwork of Diego Montano, who we met at the Latin America festival near Casa Guadalajara in old town San Diego this weekend.  He described the patterns, showing rainy, seasons, farmers, planting their corn, the stages of life leading towards rebirth in eternal life, and the eye of God, showing life in harmony. That is what inspired this poem which I sent to him and his father, who we thanked for passing his art on to his son.

 

The raindrop falls to Earth,

Bringing fruit through the roots,

Giving food to the living,

Exhaling waters to the air,

To return to the clouds.


The sun gifts it’s warmth,

Which is absorbed by the leaves,

Nurturing the living,

Whom look back towards the sun,

With fire in their eyes.


So it is here we are born,

Becoming children of culture,

Who become adults of meaning,

Passing from ages unto sleep,

Awakening in God’s eternal life.


And the greatest circle is love,

As our hearts awaken with fire,

Reaching out for embrace,

Finding strength in each other,

Encircled by God’s heart.


by Eric Visconti - Poet

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Monday, August 29, 2022

The Beauty of Sorrow

 

The picture is mine, as well as the poem.  This is not a eulogy, nor was it written for a specific person.  After listening to the recent NASA release of the "sound" of a black hole, I was overcome with one of those image/feelings about the nature of sorrow.  This is not some kind of negative darkness to avoid, it is merely a part of life that happens.  If one believes that life has the power to bring beauty through all things, then beauty can also be found through sorrow.

Sorrow is tied with loss,

The fear of losing something,

The pain of losing someone,

Or something being destroyed.

Energy cannot be created,

Energy cannot be destroyed,

All matter is made of energy,

So what can be truly lost?

Sorrow is like a fine wine,

Dry with a touch of sweetness,

For if a wine is to be born,

The grape must truly die.

Yet death stands defeated by love,

Like with Nathaniel Batts and Kickowanna,

Whose spirits roam joined forever,

On the shores of hearts which remember.

Sorrow is tied with pain,

And yet pain is a part of love,

When we risk joining with another heart,

Feeling beauty evoke tears instead of words.

All life that we see around us,

Is but a chapter in an eternal song,

No one likes to see a good chapter end,

Yet we turn the page for what is to come.

The Earth is but a temporal stage,

Where we bring to life matters of the heart,

For anything that is created through love,

Finds place within the realm of eternity.

The “sounds” of a black hole are haunting,

Like the last cries of mass before oblivion,

Yet the mass is transformed into energy,

To be born as matter again anew.

And so the beauty of sorrow is love,

With love being our gift from God,

For with love the stars were created,

And by the stars we find our way home.

 

by Eric Visconti - Poet
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Friday, August 19, 2022

For Olivia

 

 


For Olivia Newtwon-John I had written this 10 years ago, and handed it to her.  I recently saw some typographical errors and cadence issues which probably gave her a smile.  I posted it the day that she passed away, in honor of her life.  While fixing this I rewrote it to reflect how I feel after her death.  I still cannot feel like she is gone.  Perhaps that is because she is closer now, in each one of our hearts.


Dedicated to Olivia Newton-John

By Eric Visconti

She came from down under,

With a voice like no other,

Singing love of life from her heart,

All those with ears,

Would hear beauty through the years,

That has blossomed fully from the start.

 

From the country she came,

A southern style she sang,

Joining voice and heart with John,

With Denver she could “Fly Away”,

Not knowing away he would fly,

Yet she carried on his love in her song.

 

With Andy so young and so bright,

She sang her song in new light,

With the Brothers Gibb,

Singing with Maurice and Barry,

She would not let love be thrown away,

When away flew the life of Andy.

 

When the storm came for her,

She clung to the tree,

As cancer came like wind blown hail,

She would not give up her heart,

She would not silence her love,

And in singing her life did prevail.

 

Through all of this and more,

She has sailed her ship to shore,

Sails billowing love’s power through song,

As we are each broken by pain,

We hear her voice again,

And know that no trials may last too long.

 

For us she never gave up,

And never gave in,

Which is why I feel her now,

As though she is here,

From us she never wanted to part,

With us she lives in our hearts.

 

Share your love with others,

In honor of the way she lived,

And light her heart from where you stand,

She remains a shining example,

Of how strength comes through love,

Which is why this is written for Olivia.

 

by Eric Visconti - Poet
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Seven Nights Until Dawn

 

 


For Anne Heche and family – I wrote some of this and in posting on her Instagram page I received more comments and interaction than I remember in over 10 years of writing poems, and creating posts for people. (I have a lot, you can check. J)  Here I completed the poem for her, gave it a name, and placed it where all can see. 

 

 

You were a broken soul,

Like so many of us,

Yet you fought through the damage and pain,

You found your gift,

To reach across the rift,

To help us feel whole again.

 

You became so darn good,

At that thing you do,

You performed with Pacino and Ford,

Yet no one is perfect,

Who walks in this world,

And you struggled to find your accord.

 

A child has memories that will build her,

You had memories that did haunt,

Delivered by the most trusted soul,

In escaping from that past,

You gave us escape upon the stage,

As you fought every day to be whole.

 

You sought to love others in life,

Seeking one soul to be close to,

You found a love Hollywood could not embrace,

Yet what you were shunned for,

Has found exaltation today,

Though you were denied your place.

 

We all make mistakes,

We have all done wrong,

These are confessions from honest souls,

Yet we seek joy and love,

As you found with your sons,

Through love we are each made whole.

 

You were a mother and a friend,

Giving your heart to many,

Today many pray you are filled with love,

Standing by God’s warm heart,

While you touch His face,

Embraced by Heaven above.

 

 

by Eric Visconti - Poet
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