Fragments of One's Solitude
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Dolores Fuller La Bianco had a natural love of poetry since the third grade. She wrote for self-satisfaction since age twenty and began publishing in 1960.
She has been published in the following:
Poetry Forum, Sparrow -- Grass Poetry Forum
National Library of Poetry, World of Poetry.
Iliad Press, National Library of Congress
Watermark Press, International Society of Poets,
Quill Books, Wisconsin Society of Poetry
Poetry in Space Orbiting Capsule
Dolores has received Silver and Golden Awards from World of Poetry including the Diamond Homer Award and the Poet of the year 1999 Award. She has received numerous Merit Awards for poems through out her writing including a First Prize by unanimous vote from Shoal Creek Quarterly, a Poetry Journal.
Dolores, the poetess, has loved and lost often but she never stopped giving her love. To paraphrase the poet, Longfellow, it can be said that Dolores is a poetess who, through long days of labor and nights devoid of ease, still heard in her soul the music of wonderful poetry.
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Here are parts of poems to give you a little idea of the broad range of thoughts and feelings that the author expresses.
A CHILD IS BORN
Though a secret so revealing
Deep within dark walls concealing
There's a life that's quite unfeeling
Of the world outside it's realm.
Yet in time it must surrender,
Be it male or female gender.
There's a service it must render
To the Captain at the helm.
So it is, all we endeavor
First born in the mind so clever.
We take credit, yet we never
Really should ourselves adorn.
Do not egos be inflating
Now's the time for celebrating
After all these months of waiting
God has let a child be born.
BAG LADY of ALLTOWNS, U.S.A.
Torn and tattered she roams the streets
Pushing a store cart which holds all her things.
How does she maintain a heart that sings?
Frail and needy of body and bone
A happy spirit, but quite alone.
FREIGHT TRAIN
The old freight train is passing by,
Rumbling on the track.
The lonesome grind of the wheels keeps saying
Coming back, coming back, coming back.
GHASTLY, GHOSTLY GHETTOES
Row on row the ghosts stand
With gaping space
Where eyes once peered
To catch a glimpse of life.
Now, monuments to a dead past
An inspiration to an unknown future.
Slovenly sections revealing
Immature rampages of youthful tyranny.
About the Author
Dolores, the poetess, has loved and lost often but she never stopped giving her love. Her feelings are expressed directly and also in metaphors of nature. If you want to listen to someone who understands your pain, then listen to her poems as you read them. She will always fill you with emotions. You will laugh sometimes and cry sometimes. If you cry, it will come from her touching your heartstrings.
She tells of her pains and pleasures of living, of raising a family as a single mother, of her children and of events in the world, and always of the eternal hope of finding that special lover. She speaks of motherhood and all the stages of life from birth to old age and even death. Dolores talks from her heart with words and phrases used by ordinary people in their daily living. You will know that someone out there had heartaches, friends and lovers similar to you with a little wisdom to boot.
To paraphrase the poet, Longfellow, it can be said that Dolores is a poetess who, through long days of labor and nights devoid of ease, still heard in her soul the music of wonderful poetry.
The Editor