Monday, November 30

Paul’s Religion

Paul created the Christian religion,
Jesus spoke on Jewish tradition.

Paul preached for men to divide,
Jesus taught a lesson otherwise.

Paul believes he is a Messiah,
Jesus … just another Jewish Rabbi.

And in the end Paul taught hellenistic lies,
whereas Jesus, he spoke otherwise.

Paul’s Religion by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Saturday, November 28

Crumbled with Age

Grown ups;
Crumbled with age.
Disrespected by youth.
Then, the unexpected happens
   – Revenge!

Crumbled with Age by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Thursday, November 26

Better to Love

It is better to love than to hate;
For one brings us to edify and create –
the other … complete retaliation
within the mind … until its too late;

No compromise,
but rather a hellish fate;
a life empty and drained –
a melancholy state;
left for dead;
alone with no hope;
for all who tried to love,
you rejected like a rebellious son;
the rain fell,
disdain did swell.

Now – love no longer dwells.

Better to Love by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Tuesday, November 24

A River of Sparks

A soul in the heavens
     entwined with light,
          are the flowers of life.
A river of sparks
     and an angel of death,
          liberates ones breath.

A River of Sparks by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Sunday, November 22

A Ballet

A ballet of two embracing purple hues;
as yellow with green,
make blue.

Spinning in tune
with musical swoons,
I watch the yellow zoom –
in the summer afternoon.

With her little swing,
from her fluttered breeze,
she brings peace
to a world obscene.

She makes the day,
happy and gay;
she brings sun
to a world in dismay.

A Ballet by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, November 18

Just Run

Marriage failing,
life curtailing
back to day one:
     no life!

By God, I better run!
     If I don't
         - I'm done.

Just Run by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Monday, November 16

Many Miles

The look in ones eyes,
and the tone of their speech
will create an image
of strength or defeat;

     belief in oneself
     and the demeanor they sing
          will go many miles
          to destroy all defeat.

Many Miles by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Friday, November 13


My buddy Jim
is always sipping gin.
And when the lights goes out,
he grabs the pint of stout!

Jim by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse

Wednesday, November 11

If I Could

If I could get away with murder,
this is what I'd do;
into the forest we would set loose,
to play a little game between us two.

Hide and seek would be our little plan,
without you ever knowing what was at hand.

For as you counted, from one to ten,
as the numbers ticked with every minute spanned,
I would slide behind the tree where you stood
gliding the rope around your neck, so crude.

Inch by inch, I would squeeze your breath
until unconsciousness brought you closer to death.
And onto the tree you would be tied,
covered with honey from the bee hive.

Next I would rustle a hungry brown bear,
leading her, to a treat so rare.
Then in an instance you would awake,
as you watched her bringing you to your fate.

Limb by limb, she would tear,
as I watched you screaming in agonizing fear.
And when she was done with her little golden treat
I would cut the rope as you slumped to your knees.

Twenty-four hours after the deed was done,
I would call the police with a story so deep;
my friend and I were on a weekend trip,
he took a wrong turn and slipped down a cliff;
     tumbling down he lay limp by a cave,
     just like a man dead in a grave.
     Then before I could let out my breath,
     I watched in horror as the beast brought death;
          she ate my friend while he was alive!
          This would be my perfect alibi!

If I Could by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse