Home Works Bio Articles Events Reviews Contact | | Memories Served Here In this her first book, Jo demonstrates her freedom from conformity and draws the reader into her world. With memories and observations from her life, Jo hopes that her poems evoke memories or maybe a smile or two from her readers. Communion Day - From Book 1 hated everything that day even Mama I wished for a crown she chose a veil it kept slipping over my eyes I longed for a lace dress she made an oversized tutu I wanted ruffled ankle socks the nuns ordered white stockings I favored shiny Mary Janes my shoes were plain pumps the bouquet of peonies smelled like cat's urine I look at the photo taken that day joy on Mama's face agony on mine | | Her Readers say: “An utterly delightful collection of poems. With the warmth simplicity and sense of humor most writers spend their lives trying to master. No adverbial hyperbole, no pretension, no obscurantism, no obtuse metaphor ... in short, simple revelations of a beautiful person and a beautiful life.” -- Marvin B. Levy, Wellington, Florida | | Flowering in December Her second book, Flowering in December chronicles vignettes from Jo’s life and shows us what it means to love life and revel in the sights and sounds of everyday. Shed the Tank Suit - From Book 2 the unexpected feel of Neptune's caress arouses my senses soft wetness strokes my hair my skin my mortal part naked daughter of Oceanus revels in the haunting hum of the sea reluctant to surrender voluptuous sensations I surface dive again and again to savor once more this sensual pleasure |
| Her Readers say: "The warmth and charm of her humor, adroit expression of her inner feelings and uncanny knack for drawing the reader in with an unpretentious, sincere style is delightful; Her poems are.....'Everyman's Poems'." -- Joan Franzone, Pine Plains, NY
"A whole book of poetry without a scintilla of pretension or obfuscation! Brilliant! " -- Marvin B. Levy, Wellington, Florida “Thanks so much for again sharing a book of your poems with me. While your descriptive verses paint vivid beautiful pictures, the ones that touch me the most are the ones where I can see your mother and the special bond between you. My eyes filled with tears, and that’s what poems should do.” -- Betty Reynolds, Deland, Florida | | If There's Music I Dance Her third book continues to examine her life in a witty manner, which is both introspective and outgoing. She savors the sweet and rich taste of family joys and chooses to allow bitterness it’s time – but only that. Little Sister - From Book 3 you were always the brave one I was the fraidy-cat you were my escort to our back door when it turned dark if I needed to piddle in the night you flicked on the lights in our bedroom when Uncle Joe arrived with his black bag I ran and hid you stood your ground rolled up your sleeve ready for the needle
you told me you had cancer three months to live you stated the facts like a weather report when I am called please be there flick on the lights it might be dark I’ll be scared | | Her Readers say: "Your uncanny powers of observation and particularly your ability to express them in such a simple, unpretentious, yet genuinely poignant way...I thoroughly enjoyed the "dance"...thank you so much for including me in your dance card!" -- Marvin B. Levy, Wellington, Florida Jo has done it once more She enticed us right down to the core We cherished and sighed and sometimes we cried This poet is one we adore -- Limerick by Mimi Greenstein “I look forward to starting my day with your wonderful thoughts. You have brought me great joy.” -- Barbara Tyran | | Bridge to Tomorrow In this fourth volume of poetry Jo Geluso shows us the view from the middle of the bridge, as she looks back to her early life and beyond as well as into the future, where hope and optimism are rooted in the family's children. Greg Makes Me Smile - From Book 4 you are my joy you hearten my spirits when I’m blue your good sense grounds me in logic your smile makes me glow you share the girl you love we share your little boy dreams you put my fears to rest you humor my talking sprees you listen to me read my poems (when I corner you) you insist you enjoy them I laugh because you’ll always be my baby and you can’t do anything about it! Mom | | Her Readers say: "She holds nothing back and tells about herself that few people would be willing to share. Her "let's chat" poetic style gives her poetry an interesting upbeat quality. She has covered a lifetime of subjects in her own inimitable way. Bridge to Tomorrow is a fascinating collection." -- Maxwell C. Wheat, Jr., First Poet Laureate, Nassau County, NY "Your new book of poetry, Bridge to Tomorrow, was a delight to read for many reasons. Each one spoke to me in a different way. You have a way of expressing nature, love and humor all within the context of a few words which spells volumes of images." "Lane With No Name" wraps metaphor around a picture of nature like “fleecy pink clouds,” and “peaceful solitude wrapped in Balsam firs.” You could create a poem just with these images." "Would She Know Me Now? is an excellent portrait of the dynamics between you and your sister." "Retreat is a descriptive picture you paint of a room of your own. I wish it were my room." "So There!! You capture the sadness of the boy but then joy expounds as the pheasants appear." "He is Yours Now Donna is a lovely gift to your daughter-in-law which vividly shows love to your son and who he picked for his mate." "A Gift is so beautifully sentimental and nostalgic. You’ve found a way to speak of your mother in gifted terms." "Eventide is a salute to the splendiferous sounds of summer which you capture so strikingly like a calliope." "Dance in the Rain talks about death but you’re not afraid and still you go on. A wonderful picture of your tenacity and talent." "Rape of the White Gloves is funny, amusing and picturesque. I see a tall policeman standing like Mr. Clean supervising instead of helping you. You’re dressed in the fashion of the day, described with style and verve. He notices this. Chauvinist? Probably. A great image but there’s much to be said about your use of the word “Rape” in your title." "Life’s a Wheel is a memorable look at life when one is given the gift of having lines etched as a permanent reminder of how we approach our eventide." "Lest I Forget is so smooth and painfully touching as I can feel the absence of the one who means the most to you then, now and forever." "Etched on Paper is the only poem I couldn’t read on unless I’d crumble with the pain of sorrow." "Jo you capture all the elements of a true, honest and talented writer. One who touches my heart, mind and my soul with truisms that we all are able to relate to. I thank you for yet another striking book to add to your repertoire. -- Joan Amato | | Bow to Time In Bow to Time, her fifth collection of poems, Jo Geluso examines the past as well as the current realities of her life as a nonagenarian with wit and introspection. The Sicilian’s Dream - From Book 5 he tilled the soil from dawn till dark he loved his land tho he had a dream he dug ditches for pennies a day skimped to indulge his ideals left his homeland behind determined his sons would not toil as he son number one swore the Hippocratic oath four sons and a daughter followed grandchildren climbed to heights beyond his vision when a great-great grandson had a dream of his own a Doctorate fulfilled he dreamed to go back to the land
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| Storyteller In Storyteller, her sixth collection of poems, the spirit of life glows in each of Geluso’s works, and each page coveys a quiet joy. As she takes us on her journey through each of her poems, she weaves a story of family life and enduring love that shaped the spirit of this amazing, talented storyteller. Ground Breaker - From Book 6 one in the class of ‘73 physically challenged college was his accepted into college likeable smile expressive eyes his will to take the world as it was asking for nothing but acceptance championed by classmates shared their class notes their chocolate bars four years took wing graduation day in mortarboard and gown they walked the processional he brought up the rear with his Dad pushing his wheelchair student names called each walked to the podium received a well earned diploma his turn the dean left the stage placed his diploma on his lap classmates broke the silent moment a thundering ovation of applause their friend who against all odds graduated with honors
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