W.S. Di Piero Is the Hundred Thousand Dollar Poet From South Philly

The poet was nationally recognized for a lifetime's worth of writings.

By Kathleen Volk Miller
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Just kidding. Lookee here, hands like rocks.

Ike

My hands work okay, but don’t you talk about

that fellow’s head Sully broke a beer bottle on

and killed him dead. At a wedding is what I heard,

he had serious drink in him, that’s the key to the city.

Why he talked so much to you, I don’t know,

he don’t talk much to me or nobody. Talked to you

because, bet on it, he knew you couldn’t just get up

and walk away. You’re a lucky cripple, bet that one.

He’d cut anybody’s throat for a nickel and a smile.

Doc

Paris was beautiful and I was young,

a GI who’d never even left Philly,

but we who lived to see it were alive,

and like those girls in cotton shifts

the breeze pawed, I wanted to paw…

You didn’t have to touch to know

how you’d always remember them.

But the camps, our first look inside,

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1. Margaret Motheral said... on Jun 27, 2012 at 04:23PM

“Congrats. That is super cool.”

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2. g emil reutter said... on Jun 28, 2012 at 06:07AM

“good news! Congrats to Di Piero”

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3. Kelly Cherry said... on Jun 28, 2012 at 08:07PM

“I am very pleased to see that De Piero's work has been recognized.”

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