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Saturday, February 5, 18.30
MULTIPURPOSE HALL - Cicero (SA)
AWARDS CEREMONY
FIRST EDITION THE RELIGIOUS POETRY CONTEST
"The VERSES OF THE SOUL"
by the Knights of Don Angelo Romanelli and Monthly Reports Cilentane
FIRST PLACE: MARIO PARTY with the poem "I DO NOT FEEL ALONE"
SECOND PLACE: LINDA PONDS with the poem "And then I met you ..."
I'm not ONLY
I do not feel alone ...
Although
men marginalize me,
of indifference around me,
I do not feel alone.
God is
always close to me.
In pain, the Lord
consoles me,
not left me ever,
do not despair ...
I do not feel alone ...
God loves me infinitely,
continuously
takes care of me,
I can always count on him.
God is the greatest friend,
the true friend,
sincere
faithful
that does not disappoint,
everyone loves ...
I do not feel alone ...
God always supports me
with your immense good,
nothing can shake
God is
always with me.
I feel strong,
never discouraged me,
DIOM faithful companion
travel
I can deal with the daily travails.
.
I do not feel alone ...
ADULT SECTION
1st: "I'm not only" MARIO PARTY (Battipaglia)
Justification : POETRY MEETS FULLY to the contest theme: SOUL OF THE VERSES CLOSER TO GOD EVEN IN THE SOLITUDE OF THE WORLD, THE POET ALSO EXPRESSES ITS LINES WITH FEELINGS THAT WE KNOW ALL TOO have belonged to Don Angelo Romanelli.
POETRY OF LINDA PONDS
and then ... I met you
When now it was dark all around,
now when the morning sun
not rejoiced more light
the new day,
forces to leave now to go on living,
to overcome the difficulties,
left to watch as the hours,
immersed oblivion,
I felt suffering,
a helping hand towards me,
your outstretched hand to help me,
supported me in the fall,
I met you, silent God
LINDA PONDS
ADULT SECTION
2nd place: "And then I met you ..." LINDA WATERTIGHT (Battersea)
REASON:
Cicero, 05/01/2011
FIRST PLACE IN THE COMPETITION "CHRISTMAS PAST AND TODAY "2010
Academy A. Grassi "- Salerno
REBORN THE ROSE GARDEN
Whispers from the winter cold and frost
in patches of acacias already broken by the cold.
The pungent smell of burnt stump,
prepares its flight between the wings of the wind.
The snow covers wounds of clods,
the old farmhouses and the edges of roads.
Pine curved suffer from the cold,
desioso remember the smell of roses.
But then, suddenly, a light shines,
entangled among the branches and ... all kindled,
quickly brighten the narrow streets of the village
sedated by the cold winter.
A breath of a warm and loving gesture
provengon from heaven, and even from Heaven.
Jesus that the star leads to the''straw''
profuse in the loving arms of grace.
Go serene or pastors to love
humble Bimbo sent by the Father,
with songs suffused bear tidings
of joy, happiness and great hope.
And the cold air leaves the outlet,
snowflakes divengon butterflies.
Pine curved wakes from sleep,
of spreading around the smell of resin.
Jesus in the stable, the cradle of his mother,
the star ... the light ... the smell of love,
joy to the heart and a joyful heart,
between snow and the frost is reborn ... a rose garden.
FULVIA MARCONI
I gave birth, and I am so proud
I gave birth, and I am so proud
I gave birth, and I am so proud
the group which is very strong and compact;
arose tune at first sight:
each other is very friend sincere.
It flows between us fresh thinking,
we are true friends, everyone is satisfied;
together we form a beautiful picture
life and sail on a sailboat.
scriviam us a poem from the heart,
comes to the very fulminant;
theme favorite is, yes, love
a mo 'for the sake of Cavalcanti and Dante.
We sing our stories fervently
and even the beautiful Italy in an instant.
FRANCESCO MULE '
Vallecrosia, 20/02/2011 - ore 02.25
Amor
A mor who sings love never repents
love preached to my heart but love
Love gives all his heart 'other people
Amor that if very strong heat
Love that triggers pain without you
Love which overcomes all any grudge
Love that leads everyone to think well
Amor among many breasts you should
gay love that brings life into a vein
love that gives everything and takes nothing
Love that lies beneath a clear sky
Love that lifts you from the pains
Love 'that on gentle heart' gives full
Amor touching the sky with the hand
Love who always listens and speaks less
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Love sustains man and the human world
Francis Mulè
POEMS BY ...
UNIT 150 years' OF ITALY
UNIT 150 years' OF ITALY
SEE waving a flag
See waving a flag
like a standard of honesty and of honor,
means to build a barrier
those who want to throw dishonor.
gather all hands in a row,
save this Italy with the ardor
of those soldiers who with haughty air
have died for their country and for his love .
Son green lawns of our land
and red is the fire that burns and ignites
the blood of those indomitable war
advances gall all the drama.
But white is not that color aberrations
and wraps of white wife and mother
FULVIA MARCONI - ANCONA
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