In Eastwick town where witches dwell, three friends, their lives not going well ... poem by Stefano Donno

In Eastwick town where witches dwell,

Three friends, their lives not going well,

Yearn for love and passion true,

And cast a spell, as witches do.

Soon after, from out of the blue,

A man appears, handsome and new,

And each of them he does pursue,

With charm and wit, and all things taboo.

But as they revel in their newfound bliss,

They realize the man they cannot miss,

Is not all he seems, and in their midst,

A devilish secret he does enlist.

With magic and mayhem, they fight the foe,

And learn the power they never did know,

As witches of Eastwick, they overthrow,

The devil's reign, and make him go.

And when the dust has finally cleared,

The witches of Eastwick stand revered,

As heroes of the town, and no longer feared,

For they have conquered what they once revered.

So if you find yourself in Eastwick town,

Beware of witches and their powerful crown,

For they can bring both smiles and frowns,

And turn your world, upside down.

Robocop ... poem by Stefano Donno

In the city of Detroit, where crime ran free,

A hero emerged, known as Robocop, you see.

A machine, but with a human soul,

His mission, to bring law and order, to make the city whole.

With his armor of steel, and his gun at his side,

He patrolled the streets, with a sense of pride.

His programming, precise, his aim, deadly and true,

He fought for justice, with every task that he would pursue.

A man once, before his tragic fate,

Now a savior, that the city learned to appreciate.

In his fight against the corrupt and the vile,

Robocop, never failed to make them beguile.

But beneath his steel exterior,

Lies a heart, that's all too familiar.

A man, who lost his life, but gained another,

Fighting for what's right, like a modern age brother.

In a world, where crime is king,

Robocop, is the ultimate thing.

An icon of justice, that we'll always remember,

A hero, who will live on, in our hearts, forever.

Monica Bellucci, oh how she glows, her beauty, like a rose in full bloom, grows ... poem by Stefano Donno

Monica Bellucci, oh how she glows,

Her beauty, like a rose in full bloom, grows.

With eyes that speak of passion and desire,

And lips that set our hearts on fire.

Her curves, so graceful, like a work of art,

A captivating presence that sets her apart.

She walks with poise and confidence so rare,

The essence of a woman, beyond compare.

From the silver screen to the fashion scene,

Her name echoes like a symphony serene.

A timeless beauty, with a grace so true,

Monica Bellucci, we all adore you.

In every role, she's an epitome of grace,

A muse, a siren, with a magnetic face.

Her beauty, a reflection of a timeless era,

An enchantress, who casts a spell so pure.

Oh, Monica Bellucci, you are a wonder,

Your beauty, a treasure, that we all ponder.

With every step, you light up the stage,

A living legend, that will forever engage.

Oh, Danko, a symbol of bravery ... poem by Stefano Donno

In a world of danger and deceit,

A man of justice walks the street,

With eyes of steel and heart of gold,

He fights for what is right and bold.

 

His name is Danko, a hero born,

In streets of Moscow, he's never torn,

His mission clear, his aim precise,

To take down crime, with all his might.

 

He battles through the cold and snow,

With courage that few can ever know,

With fists of fury, and a gun in hand,

He faces down the enemy, his will unband.

 

In Danko's eyes, we see the fire,

The passion that fuels his desire,

To bring to justice those who do wrong,

And protect the innocent, all along.

 

Oh, Danko, a symbol of bravery,

A beacon of hope in a world of depravity,

Your spirit alive, your legacy strong,

Your name forever remembered in song.

 

 

Oh, Greta Garbo, mystery untold ... poem by Stefano Donno

Oh, Greta Garbo, mystery untold,

A beauty that transcends time and mold,

Your eyes hold secrets that none can see,

Your allure a veil of enigma to me.

 

In silver screens you bewitched the world,

A goddess of grace, your image unfurled,

The way you moved, a dance of grace,

A lasting memory of your radiant face.

 

You were the queen of silent film,

Your talent undeniable, your spirit still,

Your presence magnetic, your voice rare,

A legend of cinema, beyond compare.

 

Oh, Greta Garbo, you captivate,

A star that shines, a memory that elates,

Your legacy lives on, forever bold,

A timeless beauty, forever told.