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Hi there, it is time to post here your "Cento"!!!

catia_mele2001 — 2018-10-21 08:09:52 UTC

Lucrezia's cento

catia_mele2001 — 2018-10-26 10:13:22 UTC

This is a world where there are monsters,
we wear the mask that grins and lies.

Dorothea Laksy- "Monsters"
Paul Lorence- "we wear the mask"

MARTA's Cento

martapettinato — 2018-10-26 11:24:35 UTC

-Your world is as big as you make it
-World is crazier and more of it than we think

○(Your world- Georgia Douglas)
○(Snow- Louis MacNeice)
SOURCE : www.PoetryFoundation.com

Aurora’s cento

2018-11-09 10:45:50 UTC

World is suddener than we fancy it

Your world is as big as you make it

1.”snow” by Louis Macneice
2.”Your world” by Georgia Douglad

Source: www.poetryfaundation.com

Francesca's Cento

francesca_femia2003 — 2018-11-09 10:47:43 UTC

''On an island of music
Words are birds.''

1. Drum dream girl - Margarita Engle.
2. Words are birds - Francisco X. Alarcón.
From: poetryfoundation.org

S. Chiara’s cento

2018-11-09 10:47:43 UTC

Think how fast some landscape change, the body looked back with a changing expression in silence.

Source:
Lee Herrick

Jane Hirshfield
poetryfoundation.org

Quincy

2018-11-09 10:48:08 UTC

NOBODY IS YOU
THAT'S YOUR POWER

“Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life”

“A winner is a dreamer who never gives up”

Most of the important things in the world have been accomplished by people who have kept on trying when there seemed to be no hope at all.

What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters to what lies within us.

NOBODY IS YOU
THAT'S YOUR POWER
Source : Anonymus

Simone's cento

2018-11-09 10:49:43 UTC

The first time I write my full name
Left palm pressed flat against paper

"On paper " by Jacqueline Woodsoon
"Consider the hands that write this letter" by Aracelis Girmay

Chiara's cento!

chiaracosmacerminara — 2018-11-09 10:51:32 UTC

Pitigrilli, Dino Segre
The common man contemplates,
the sage is silent,
the fool discusses.

One Piece, Rufy
I will pursue my dream until I have reached it.
And if I had to die to do it,
I would do it with a smile on my lips.

Giorgia’ cento

giorgiacup — 2018-11-09 10:51:42 UTC

And brown eyes full of grieving
Let me stumble into

In school days - John Whittier
For love - Robert Creelery

Taken from: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/

ALEXIA’s cento

2018-11-09 10:52:09 UTC

“I took a chair outside and watched the sun
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant”

"We lived happily during the war” by Ilya Kaminsky;
"I carry your hearth with me” by E. E. Cummings;
From poetryfoundation.org

Luca’s Cento

lukabd4yt — 2018-11-09 10:52:13 UTC

Unconfortable and undignified
They’re sensing the fragrance of my chops.

Source:
Poetryfoundation.org
The life of a Digger/Jaguar
By Margherita Engle/Francisco X.Alarcón

Giangiacomo's cento

giangi_private — 2018-11-09 10:52:58 UTC

Letters becoming words
are both aware

Source: poetryfoundation.org
"On paper" by Jacqueline Amanda Woodson
"Delta" by Melvis Tolson

Maria Pia's cento

2018-11-09 10:54:39 UTC

There is one monster he wants my soul. I sang my songs so much that theybecame a balm for my wounds.

-Monster (Dorothea Lasky)
-You go to my head (Carole Boston Weatherford)

poetryfoundation.org.

Rosario's Cento

rosariochiappetta03 — 2018-11-09 10:54:54 UTC

Divide the year
and escape

Johan Graham: Nature knows its math
Margarita Eagle: Kingship
Poetryfoundation.org

Beatrice's Cento

bea_biasone03 — 2018-11-09 10:55:06 UTC

Remember me,
I'd sung my song enough.

Charles Bukowski- I have not stopped thinking about you. ~ www.liberiamo.it

Carole Boston Weatherford- You go to my head. ~ www.poetryfoundation.org

Francesco's cento

francescoguercio88 — 2018-11-09 10:56:24 UTC

Lost in the Milky Way

Some of us are like trees that grow with a spiral grain as if prepared for the path of the spirit's journey to the world of all souls.
Linda Hogan

Poetryfoundation.com

Carlo's cento

mascherpa48 — 2018-11-09 10:56:27 UTC

We have no place to sit. Not even a stool.
I'm now almost extinct in this park.

Taken from "Poetry Foundation.org"
"The life of a Digger" of Margarita Engle
"Jaguar" of Francesco X. Alarcón

Alessia’s cento

heeyleele — 2018-11-09 10:56:32 UTC

“I have nothing else to give you,
the heart out of the bosom
was never given in vain.”

The first: “I’m offering this poem” by -Jimmy Santiago Baca.
The second: “When I was one-and-twenty” by - A.E. Housman.

poetryfoundation.org

Maria Sole's cento

marya_sole2004 — 2018-11-09 10:58:37 UTC

"I could write anything
No longer beautifully weeping at the bottom of the hill"

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First line by Jacqueline Woodson- "On paper"
Second line by Jacqueline Woodson- "The right way to speak"
both found on poetryfoundation.com

Silvia's Cento

silviacaporale03 — 2018-11-09 10:58:51 UTC

"The only eyes belonged to you,
there are no borders only stars, sun and moon."

Montale, "Ho sceso dandoti il braccio" (english version)
Francisco X Alarcòn "Words are Birds"

poetryfoundation.com

Gabriele's cento

gabriele03vittorio — 2018-11-09 11:01:12 UTC

And when they
bombed other people houses
we protested
Now all I want
is a fair treatment: Justice

-Margarita Angle, age of a digger
-Claude Mckay, the one coming north
Source: https://www.poetryfoundation.org

Daniele's Cento

catia_mele2001 — 2018-11-09 11:07:30 UTC

Newsmen call it the Cuba Missile Crisis. Teachers say it's the end of the world. When Mami tells her flowery tales of Cuba, she fills the twining words with relatives.

Kinship & More Dangerous Air By Margarita Angle from Poetryfoundation.org

Maria Giulia’s cento

2018-11-09 11:08:36 UTC

You told me your story similar to those of many others

The sun is an indistinct moon.Frail sticks.

An escape-An Jin

All Summer Long-Carol Frost

poetryfoundation.com

giusyspa24 — 2018-11-14 21:01:01 UTC

Giusy’s cento

Look at the rising sun: there God does live
And the silence sound no worse than cheers

First line: The little black boy by William Blake
Second line: To an athlete dying young by A. E. Housman
Sources taken by Poetryfoundation.org

Pietropaolo’s cento

2018-11-29 14:25:14 UTC

How did you become who are you?
Still lie as the sun

Rae Armantrout “our nature”
Ted Hughes “the jaguar”
By PoetryFoundation

2018-11-30 11:00:43 UTC

MONSTERS

BY DOROTHEA LASKY

This is a world where there are monsters

There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks

There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed.

There is one monster. He is my little one.

I talk to my little monster.

I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him.

I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster!

And he growls, oh boy does he growl!

And he wants something from me,

He wants my soul.

And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul

And as he eats my gleaming soul, I am one with him

And stare out his eyepits and I see nothing but white

And then I see nothing but fog and the white I had seen before was nothing but fog

And there is nothing but fog out the eyes of monsters.

Posted by Maria Pia

Giorgia’ cento

giorgiacup — 2019-05-29 06:48:04 UTC

And brown eyes full of grieving
Let me stumble into

In school days - John Whittier
For love - Robert Creelery

Taken from: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/