Salvatore Buttaci : Writing

A SCOTTISH TRIBUTE

A SCOTTISH TRIBUTE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


In every country the people should be grateful to those who won them liberty.
PLEASA NO DIE

PLEASA NO DIE

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Nothing is sadder than a very sick child. It is cause for celebration when she recovers, especially for her parents whose lives are linked to her wel..
THE VAMPIRIC SONNETS OF LORD SANGRADOR

THE VAMPIRIC SONNETS OF LORD SANGRADOR

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


What is it about vampires that attracts us? Here I introduce you to Lord Sangrador.
OLD IRONSIDES

OLD IRONSIDES

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Often the decisons we make in our youth we regret in our mature years. It's a lesson we learn about making do with our mistakes.
YOU HAVE SOME NERVE, ANNA

YOU HAVE SOME NERVE, ANNA

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Putting one's body and mind at risk is no way to reach Nirvana. There is an easier way.
WHISPERING WINDS

WHISPERING WINDS

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Have you ever tried to decipher the messages of the wind?
ROBIN RED-BREAST

ROBIN RED-BREAST

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


I like to believe the robin's red breast happened just this way.
LONELY MOON

LONELY MOON

A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


Who doesn't love the moon!
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A Poem by Salvatore Buttaci


In the case of the little world we call a haiku, size doesn't matter.