Belief Leaves

for Tim (Spuncounterguy)

Beliefs unfurled from us like leaves from trees,
responding to a light and warmth from high,
and we were labelled by the shapes of these,
the differences dividing you and I.
And when cold facts have made beliefs change hue,
we’ve clung like leaves to things that we believe
that nonetheless have fallen as leaves do,
for everything that comes to bloom will leave.
Beliefs may fall and leave us feeling bare,
but light and warmth remain, and in the spring
the bareness we found difficult to bear
could yield to fresh beliefs and flowering.
We’ve fussed about beliefs and which are right,
forgetting what they’re for—the warmth and light.

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Mario A. Pita

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Child of Exiles

In nineteen sixty three, when I was born,
my parents had just recently been torn
from Cuba which had been their lifelong world
till its descent to tyranny had hurled
vast numbers of the people of that isle
toward a permanent and far exile.
But though my birth occurred in sixty three
in what’s been called the land of brave and free,
my sister’s birth had been in sixty two,
and shortly afterward, my parents—who
as Catholics had avoided contraception—
were taken by surprise by my conception.
My mom and dad were poor, but life had worth,
so on the heels of my big sister’s birth,
that which would be me unfurled unthwarted,
since they believed no one should be aborted.
To this I owe the fact that I’m alive,
plus that my dad possessed a hardy drive.
My parents, while they were impoverished,
had one more child than they would have wished.
Already with two girls to bring them joy,
they got what then they lacked, with me, a boy.
Their friends donated blood to pay a fee
although the doctor’s services were free,
and I am thankful to them to this day
who paid for me with blood they gave away.
Although we started out as poor as dirt,
each with not much more than pants and shirt,
the country welcomed many refugees
from man-induced disasters overseas
and helped my family get on its feet
till we ourselves could work to make ends meet,
returning many times the help we got,
still who we were, yet in a melting pot.
Years later, when I’d long since passed the age
my parents were back in that youthful stage,
I’d see as people who had been exiled
from homelands full of violence were reviled,
and parents even were torn from their kids
while seas arose from underneath eyelids.
Exiled from my childhood by years
that haven’t had as much a cause for tears,
I know, despite a life of ample ease,
in some way we will all be refugees,
exiled from our youth, or homes, or health,
or happiness, or way of life, or wealth,
and so I hope that all who flee some hell
are met with open arms and offered help
as were my parents when they were exiled
not long before I had become their child.

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Mario A. Pita
(Part 1 of Pentameter Memoir)

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Nocturnal Singers

for Miriam

When everything that brought you joy looked gone,
and it seemed joy would come your way no more,
you wondered how on Earth you could go on
when misery was all that lay in store,
and unaware of how you could continue,
you tried to take a shortcut to your end
and force what’s left of life to drain from in you
because of wounds that felt too deep to mend.
But I am glad you failed and still are here
to celebrate the blessings life may send,
that sometimes unexpectedly appear;
an unforeseen event, or joy, or friend.
In darkness, we may feel we can’t go on,
but we can sing, like birds, before the dawn.

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Photo: Singer of the band, Mint Green

Mario A. Pita

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Living Motive

for Miriam by way of Emily Dickinson

If she could keep a single heart from breaking,
she knew her life would not have been in vain,
or if she simply quelled another’s aching,
subdued the onslaught of another’s pain.
I’d add it’s wonderful when smiles bloom
from something that we do or sing or say,
so grins or laughter break in someone’s gloom
like through dark clouds might pierce a solar ray.
Such treasures still unguessed can come from you
though you have felt your life is not worthwhile;
another’s pain be eased by what you’ll do,
so that your action blossoms in their smile.
While blood flows to your heart in every vein,
the world from you has got a lot to gain.

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Photo: Drummer of the band, Mint Green

Mario A. Pita

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Kindling

Like trees respond to light with buds that bloom,
I want the kindness anyone shows me,
at times like sunlight puncturing deep gloom,
to blossom from my thankfulness and be
a deed that will unfurl like petals do
on branches, colorful and fragrantly,
so though it’s short-lived like the morning dew,
its beauty lasts in someone’s memory.
For I feel kindness as a kind of light
that can be shared like light can from a candle,
and it can make life’s darkness and its plight
not only easier for us to handle—
from gratefulness, much kindness has unfurled,
as kindness kindles kindness, lighting the world.

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Mario A. Pita

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Appellation Litany

For You, the mystery that no one tames,
I list, to picture You, a stream of names…

Deliverance River
Adoration Door
Ineffable Life
Oneness Fountain
Affliction Dissolvent
Desolation Solution
Inextinguishable Candle
Mercy Reservoir
Cynicism Antidote
Soul Lifeboat
Intelligent Wind
Gratitude Causeway
Pregnant Rainbow
Joyfulness Landscape
Abyss Antithesis
Epiphany Fountain
Exquisiteness Origin
Cosmos Kiss
Melody Blossom
Despair Eraser
Drinkable Sunlight
Fertile Darkness
Thankfulness Path
Forgiveness Riverbed
Self Dissolver
Bliss Prerequisite
Salvation Vessel
Omnipotent Poet
Universe Versifier
Anguish Extinguisher…

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Planet Sculptor
Malady Remedy
Unfiltered Reality
Moroseness Remover
Unbridled Kindness
Anima Home
Gorgeousness Purpose
Cosmos Essence
Catharsis Artist
Isolation Melter
Infinity Friend
Blessedness Composer
Luminous Sweetness
Celestial Pal
Deity Buddy
Universal Goal
Fundamental Honey
Unsinkable Sanctuary
Guru Overuler
Cosmos Maestro
Breathtaking Giver
Spirit Replenisher
Unending Splendor
Awe Nest
Terror Eraser
Mystical Tickler
Universe Source
Honeysuckle Field
Cosmos Composer
Experience Architect…

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Multitudinous Oneness
Relationship Anchor
Adversity Softener
Devoted Advocate
Adversary Befriender
Affliction Reliever
Heavenly Ally
Affection Fountain
Ailment Dissolver
Wonder Inducer
Compassion Zenith
Astonishment Magnet
Wound Mender
Breeze Message
Joy Voyager
Universe Weaver
Justice Thirst
Love Wave
Laughter Planter
Villainy  Dissolver
Veiled Love
Anguish Vanquisher
Unity Knitter
Vanity Evaporator
Underground Brilliance
Tyrant Antithesis
Language Eluder
Ultimate Summit
Oceanic Tear
Truth Stairway…

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Torrential Ray
Togetherness Tether
Intangible Goal
Empathy Pathway
Sweetness Inventor
Substance Foundation
Omnipotent Helplessness
Skyscraping Tree
Stillness Flowing
Deliverance Stamp
Living Motive
Unsinkable Relationship
Solemnity Dissolver
Dream Refuge
Singular Multiplicity
Mercy Shower
Shackle Splitter
Reassurance Shore
Definition Defier
Rose Arising
Prophecy Smasher
Orthodoxy Refugee
Brilliant Darkness
Vitality Supplier
Divinity Avenue
Mystery Pasture
Sacred Heretic
Paralysis Releaser
Snowflake Jeweler
Fertile Toil…

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Nutritious Music
Mischief Chief
Journey Origin
Butterfly Monarch
Sunlight Liquefier
Misery Eraser
Almighty Love
Kindness Kindler
Theology Eluder
Logic Unlocker
Unlimited Loveliness
Humility Instiller
Universe Inventor
Embrace Harbor
Implicit Presence
Chaos Orchestrator
Reverence Forest
Heaven Companion
Arrogance Eraser
Happiness Pasture
Doctrine Shredder
Serenity Riot
Doom Undoer
Fragrance Immigrant
Melody Flavor
Soul Consoler
Festivity Vineyard
Gratitude Fragrance
Kindness Accomplice
Christ Chrysalis.

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Mario A. Pita

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Warning

on behalf of James Lapin

“For thirty years I’ve had to use a wheel chair
because of alcohol I drank in youth,
and sometimes it’s been difficult to bear
to think of all the things that I can’t do,
because one night when drunk I lost a leg,
and after all these years I still regret,
I can’t recover it although I beg
to get it back. It’s something I can’t get.
I want to warn the world that alcohol,
though it may make you feel good for a bit,
could cost a leg, an arm, or even all;
your life and dreams can be destroyed by it.
Don’t let your drinking lead you to a hell:
if you have got a problem, please get help.”

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Mario A. Pita

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