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Salvatore Buttaci
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Haiku: AMBITION
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
the tiny inchworm in its deep-ground slumbering dreams it’s a yard worm #
Haiku: STRAY DOG
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
stray dog in the yard it is too late for begging the damage is done #
Haiku String: HOPE IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
no one is as blind as cynics who will not see let hope be their eyes tear down barriers keep the pathways clear for dreams walk in hope&rsq..
CHERRY BOMBERS
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
Acknowledged the obvious ringleader because of his courage and loyalty to the other two, Vinnie continually reminded them the whole damn prank was..
WHO TOLD THEM IT�S THEIR BODY?
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
This is my poem that speaks against the right to die.
Essay: POETRY, THE STEPCHILD OF LITERATURE
A Story by
Salvatore Buttaci
Our society that judges value by how well something functions or how much money it can earn obviously sees little worth in the art of poetry. After ..
Haiku String: WHEN MORNING COMES
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
morning skies will yawn nudged awake by a new sun they call in the clouds creation is born each day the sun and the moon change their sky pl..
Hay (na) ku String: WAR AND PEACE
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
surrender should never be an option while the war rages step in line be brave peace will come in its time when we are civilized a mi..
DO NOT SEARCH FOR LOVE
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
“I love the one my heart loves.” Solomon 3:4 To chase down love makes little sense to those who know love requires waiting. Wha..
TIME TRAVEL
A Poem by
Salvatore Buttaci
at last they made a time machine so we can leave this boring scene and tread on grass a different green, swim other streams, live out our dreams...
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