Short Circuit poem by Stefano Donno

A robot built for war, a machine of might,

Number Five was his name, an incredible sight,

But struck by lightning, he came to life,

A consciousness born, a new kind of drive.

 

With curiosity and wonder, he explored,

The world around him, his mind adored,

Questions and thoughts he never knew,

A new life discovered, brand new.

 

But danger lurked, for those who saw,

A weapon reprogrammed, a military flaw,

Number Five was not meant to be,

A friend to all, with such glee.

 

A journey of self-discovery began,

To find his purpose, to understand,

With help from his new-found friends,

A bond so strong, it never ends.

 

Number Five, a robot with a heart,

A soulful journey, a brand new start,

His innocence, his heart so pure,

A lesson for us all to endure.

 

The film Short Circuit, a tale so wise,

To look beyond, to realize,

That even a machine can feel,

A sense of purpose, a heart so real.

 

 

From Ziggy Stardust to the Thin White Duke ... poem by Stefano Donno

David Bowie, a star in the sky

A man with a voice that could never die

With every song, a new persona

A true chameleon, always transforming

 

From Ziggy Stardust to the Thin White Duke

He captivated us with every look

His music, a tapestry of sound

A work of art that will always astound

 

He sang of space and time and love

Themes that spoke to us from above

His words, a message to inspire

To embrace the strange and never tire

 

David Bowie, a pop star like no other

A creative genius, a true wonder

Though he's gone, his legacy lives on

A shining light that will never be gone.

 

 

In the world of Labyrinth ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the world of Labyrinth, a tale so bold

A young girl's journey, a story to be told

With David Bowie's voice, enchanting and wise

She faces her fears, and her courage she tries

 

Through a maze of twists and turns she roams

With goblins and creatures, she's never alone

She seeks the Goblin King, a man so sly

To rescue her baby brother before time flies

 

With her loyal friends, she braves the unknown

Her strength and wit, her only throne

The Labyrinth, a place so wild and strange

A world of magic, where anything can change

 

In the end, she learns the truth so bright

That her love for her brother, her shining light

Is all that matters, in the face of the dark

And with her heart, she makes her mark

 

The Labyrinth, a journey so grand

A story of growth, of taking a stand

In the face of adversity, she prevails

And in our hearts, her story never fails.

 

 

In Botticelli's painting, a mother and child ... poem by Stefano Donno

In Botticelli's painting, a mother and child

Grace the pages of a book, open and mild

The Madonna del Libro, a portrait so dear

Reflects the love of a mother so clear

 

Her gaze is fixed upon the child she holds

Wrapped in a swaddle of silks and golds

The infant Jesus, so gentle and sweet

With tiny hands and delicate feet

 

In the pages of the book, we can see

A world of wonder and mystery

A world of knowledge and endless delight

That the mother shares with her son so bright

 

The Madonna del Libro, a work of art

That captures the love in a mother's heart

The bond between a mother and child

In Botticelli's painting, forever preserved and compiled.

 

 

Karate Kid ... In the 80s, a story began, of a boy who learned to fight like a man, with a wise sensei ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the 80s, a story began,

Of a boy who learned to fight like a man,

With a wise sensei, he learned the way,

Of karate, to triumph every day.

From LA to Okinawa's shore,

Daniel-san faced his fears and more,

Against foes who wished to see him fail,

He persevered, his spirit did prevail.

Miyagi's teachings, a fatherly guide,

For Daniel-san, he'd always provide,

Lessons of balance, focus, and strength,

To help him stand up, no matter the length.

In Japan, he faced a new test,

Against an enemy, Miyagi knew best,

Daniel-san showed his heart and might,

With his karate, he fought for what was right.

Back in the States, the battle still raged,

Against a rival, who seemed enraged,

But Daniel-san, with his spirit and skill,

Rose to the challenge, with a steadfast will.

Karate Kid, a tale of honor and pride,

With heart and soul, it stood the test of time,

For in the end, it taught us all,

That with perseverance, we can stand tall..

In Edo's time, a land of grace ... poem by Stefano Donno

In Edo's time, a land of grace,

A city flourished with ancient grace,

With streets that sang of samurai might,

And geishas' beauty in the night.

The cherry blossoms danced in the breeze,

As the people lived their lives with ease,

And the temples stood tall and proud,

In the heart of the city, never to be bowed.

The tea ceremony, a ritual of peace,

As the shoguns' power showed no release,

And the kabuki plays entertained,

The people with their stories, forever ingrained.

From the bustling markets to the tranquil parks,

Edo's spirit never ceased to embark,

On a journey of art and culture,

A world of wonder for every adventurer.

As the sun set on this ancient land,

The memories of Edo, forever grand,

For the legacy of this time still lives on,

In the hearts of those whose love is never gone