Deep in space ... poem by Stefano Donno

Deep in space, a journey long,

A lone ship travels, its crew strong.

Their mission clear, their path is set,

But little do they know what they'll soon get.

 

A distress signal, a planet to land,

An unknown world, a barren land.

A place that seems devoid of life,

But deep beneath, trouble thrives.

 

In the darkness, creatures wait,

Hiding in shadows, filled with hate.

Their bodies morph and change with ease,

A horde of monsters that seek to please.

 

The crew fights back with all their might,

As they struggle to survive the night.

But their numbers dwindle, their hope grows thin,

As they face an enemy that cannot be beaten.

 

Yet in the midst of fear and strife,

A woman stands, fierce in life.

Her strength and courage give the crew hope,

As they fight for survival and learn to cope.

 

The battle rages on, both sides fierce,

But in the end, it is the woman who pierces

The heart of the monster, the queen of all,

As she triumphs over the alien thrall.

 

The crew escapes, but not unscathed,

For in their hearts, the memories engraved.

Of a battle fought, of a fight for life,

Of a journey through space, a world of strife.

 

So let us remember the tale of the crew,

And honor the woman who fought through and through.

For in their journey, we can see,

The power of humanity, the will to be free.

 

 

In the world of Macondo poem by Stefano Donno

In the world of Macondo,
A magical place of mystique,
A place where love and death entwine,
Where the impossible meets the unique.

A world of yellow butterflies,
And men who are struck with insomnia,
Where the women have beauty in their bones,
And the dead return to the living.

Marquez's world is one of wonder,
Of stories both strange and surreal,
Of memories that linger and last,
Of fates both cruel and ideal.

From the pages of his novels,
A world of magic and imagination,
A place where we can escape reality,
And dream without limitation.

So let us journey to his world,
And explore the depths of his mind,
Let us revel in the richness of his tales,
And the beauty that we find.

For in the world of Gabriel Garcia Marquez,
We can discover a world anew,
A place where our spirits can soar,
And our hearts can be made brand new.

 

 

Big Trouble in Little China poem by Stefano Donno

In the heart of Chinatown, a hero was born

Jack Burton, a trucker, with a heart of gold adorned

His journey began, with a wager and a bet

But soon he found himself in the midst of a dangerous threat

 

The mystic underworld, a place so wild

Where magic and martial arts were the ruling child

With his wit and courage, Jack fought to save the day

Defeating Lo Pan, the villain, in a thrilling display

 

With his trusted sidekick, Wang Chi by his side

Jack faced the terrors of the dark, with nothing to hide

From the Wing Kong to the Three Storms, he battled them all

A true hero in the midst of an epic brawl

 

The film, a masterpiece of action and fun

With humor and thrills, it kept us all on the run

A tribute to the kung fu movies of old

With a modern twist, it left our hearts bold

 

For in Big Trouble in Little China, we found

A tale of courage and strength, with victory unbound

And in Jack Burton, we saw a hero so true

Whose bravery and heart, will forever shine through.

 

 

In agony and pain ... The flagellation of Christ by Caravaggio - poem by Stefano Donno

In agony and pain, He bore it all

The lashes, the strikes, the merciless fall

The flagellation of Christ, a scene so raw

Captured by Caravaggio, in vivid awe

 

His body torn, His spirit shattered

Yet He endured, through the pain that mattered

For love and sacrifice, He paid the price

With every whip, every thorn, every vice

 

The darkness enveloped, the light grew dim

But still, He stood, tall and grim

A symbol of strength, of faith unbroken

In this moment, His spirit spoken

 

The canvas captures, the emotion so real

The blood, the sweat, the wounds that heal

A masterpiece of pain, a vision so raw

The flagellation of Christ, forever in awe

 

For in this moment, we see the power

Of love and sacrifice, in its darkest hour

And in His suffering, we find hope anew

For in His pain, He made all things new.

 

 

Gunny, the sergeant, the leader of men ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the heat of battle, on foreign shores,

A soldier fights, for what he adores.

His gun, his only companion, his friend,

On which he relies, until the bitter end.

 

The gunny, the sergeant, the leader of men,

A mentor, a teacher, a fatherly friend.

He guides them, he molds them, he makes them strong,

For the battles ahead, for the war, they belong.

 

The pain, the sorrow, the loss they feel,

Is numbed by the gun, the metal, the steel.

It gives them power, it gives them might,

In the darkest of moments, it brings them light.

 

But the gunny knows, the toll it takes,

The weight of war, the lives it breaks.

He tries to shield them, from the pain,

But in the end, it's all in vain.

 

For war, it changes, who we are,

It leaves us scarred, it leaves us marred.

And the gunny, he knows, all too well,

That the toll of war, is a living hell.

 

So he fights on, with his men by his side,

With the gun in hand, he will not hide.

And when the battle's won, and the war is done,

The gunny will look back, and remember the ones,

 

Who fought and died, for a cause they believed,

Who left behind, the ones they loved and grieved.

And the gunny, he'll stand, with head held high,

And salute his fallen, with a tear in his eye.

 

 

The Fly poem by Stefano Donno

In the lab, the experiment begins,

A man and machine, merging within.

Teleportation, a scientific dream,

But little did they know, of what it would seem.

 

The fly, the unsuspecting guest,

A transformation, quite grotesque.

Slowly, surely, it starts to merge,

A nightmare, a horror, a terrifying surge.

 

The man, once handsome, now a beast,

The fly, once small, now a feast.

A tragedy, a curse, a fate unkind,

A warning, to all who seek to find.

 

The boundaries of science, the limits of man,

Should not be crossed, without a plan.

For what we do, can come at a cost,

And the consequences, cannot be lost.

 

The fly, a symbol, of what can be,

When we play with nature, carelessly.

A lesson, for us all to heed,

To tread with caution, and not to exceed.

 

For in the end, we all must pay,

The price of our curiosity, one day.

And the fly, a reminder, of what can be,

When we don't respect, the laws of destiny.