Poems by BOB GALLO

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  • We share our solitude with the night.
    I witnessed my defeat and the lies triumph...

  • This people only see the act
    They do not see the puppeteers...

  • You, my creation, my art,
    you every throb...

  • "I love you for all the women I have not known"
    (Je t’aime), Paul Elward...

  • Moth 1

    I have seen you in darkness
    like a moth that was going towards the fire...

  • You burned me with this winter in your heart
    I am truly being burned...

  • Let me embrace your pains
    you, my brothers and sisters...

  • Tick-tuck, tick-tuck she tiptoe walked
    towards my door...

  • When a poet chants
    a songster is ensnared...

  • When one cannot write
    It is not writers block...

  • Blood are tender,
    though the fangs of thorns are made of stainless...

  • Look
    how inflated I am...