Saturday, October 26, 2024

The Memory of Ghosts


There was a time you could walk down the streets of America,

and we had our similarities wanting to raise children and grow old together.

We had faith in God, and each other, though we shared cultures and individuality.

We worked hard and helped each other.

Now anyone who does not believe in extreme liberal views to the detriment of others is considered the enemy and encouraged to keep quiet or go away.

You have a voice per the First Amendment, USE IT!

Take your ballot, sign and date in the red box, put it in the BALLOT box.

If we do not fight for the America which welcomed ALL people with Liberty’s torch held high, it will be gone forever.

America will only be remembered by those who have passed away.

America will become:


The Memory of Ghosts 




I was speaking with a gentleman,

Who sat next to me in a breeze,

With such a gentle face,

He had a kindness in his eyes.

There was a burden in my heart,

Which he seemed to feel and know,

Concerning what happens to us,

When people forget how to remember.


He spoke of a hotel across the lake,

Long since torn down,

Where nameless people strolled,

Over a hundred years ago.

They lived and they loved,

They dreamed and they died,

Yet if energy is not created,

Their love could never die.


He said my pain is in feeling,

The wordless whispers on the wind,

The experiences and voices long past,

Whose passion flies free like the birds.

This is fuel for the fire of the heart,

Of histories and culture once lived,

In places which no longer stand,

Connecting me to where I’ve once been.


To hold a piece of history in my hand,

Conveys an energy familiar and true,

And to live with all this in my heart,

Makes it all breathe alive once again.

He said remember the souls that were here,

Remember their love never died,

Carry their flame in your heart,

And shine that love through your eyes,


In that park we sat and we spoke.

In that park I turned to hear a sound.

When I looked to him again he was gone.




by Eric Visconti - Poet

Exploring Life

“Words are the beginning of every journey.”

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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

Exploring Life

“Words are the beginning of every journey.”

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