Don Iannone is a poet and photographer in Greater Cleveland. Don is the author of five books of poetry: Cancer as Spiritual Teacher, Stilling the Waters, Walks in Life’s Sacred Garden, Chasing Cosmic Butterflies, and Poetic Reflections on Economic Development, and four books combining his poetry and photography (Winter Spirit, Spring Promises, Magical Light, and Speaking Out on the Unspeakable: Poems and Photographs about Human Trafficking). Don is also the editor of two books of poetry. The first is a collection of his father’s poems When God Speaks to Us, and the second is a collection of poems written by mental health patients called Windows into Ourselves: Poetry on the Experience of Mental Illness.
Don holds a Masters Degree in Consciousness Studies with a specialization in Mind-Body Medicine. He holds a Professional Diploma in Economic Development and a Bachelors Degree in Anthropology. Finally, he completed graduate studies in Organizational Behavior. Don is clinically certified as a Reiki Master Therapist, Meditation Guide, and Life Purpose Coach. He works with cancer patients at Cleveland Clinic as a complementary health therapist, where he is also involved in training other caregivers in healing practices, and conducts research on the use of these therapies in cancer care. Don worked in the economic development field for many years before his move into healthcare.
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I am honored that you selected one of my poems for your project. Good luck.
If you have a specific question about my background or the poem, please feel to ask me.
By the way, which poem did you select?
My public profile is located here: https://poeticalchemist.wordpress.com/about/
Hi I am a student at Bergen Technical High School and I am doing a power point presentation on one of your poems. If you could please email me back with some background information of your life that would be most appreciated, because i need a lot of information about ur life and It would be much appreciated, thank you.
Really looking forward to that next collection, Don. I’ll be sure to have you sign my copy.
Thank you for the visit.
What brought you to my poetry blog? Was it a Google search? A word or set of words? What were they? Perhaps a feeling, or a memory, or wish? Remember.
I would like to acknowledge your thoughts and feelings. It’s never too late for awakening. We awaken to different things throughout life. What is it you wish to awaken to at this time?
Are you an Egyptian belly dancer? Fascinating calling. What led you to this calling if so?
Our bloom never fades and inner beauty is who and what we are.
When your feet are in quicksand, fly. Reach upward to the higher being within you.
Karma can be corrected for as we go. It reflects the circularity of life. Moral cause and effect yes, but you can break cycles in this life. It doesn’t have to be deterministic or fatalistic or an excuse for not changing course. It is the DANCE of life Ellie.
What is one to do if she wakes up late to who she really is? Is there such a thing as being “too late”?
What if ones true talents and passion can not pay the bills? Should she choose poverty for her and her children?
How is she to survive when her bloom has faded and her inner beauty is dismissed?
With my feet in quicksand and my arms clinging to the coattails of a homeless person, I am in a desperate way.
Can karma destine one to quiet oblivion?
long time no hear
how are ya?
lovely to read your poetry. i wanted to request you to write a poem about teacher’s life which is metaphored with a flower. like in the first stage a teacher is not too confident is like a bud.. with better weather conditions and soil to support it gets growing and slowly it starts opening. and at the last stage a flower is beautiful and a fresh flower. after support from its ideal it tries to eb like it and finally it becomes successful.
will u b able to help me out pls?
Hello Don. I am a member of PLAN of North East Ohio, my name is Sarah. We met at some of the poetry classes you taught. I don’t know if you remember me but I saw your name on the PLAN poetry contest chapbook. I was hoping that we could keep in touch. I am trying to self publish my own poetry book with hopes of having a career in writing. I really need direction in most of my poems and could really use a mentor. I am praying that you would have a few minutes to spend with me each week to guide me to a solid poetry book. PLEASE contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Thanks!
How does one get out of this cat and mouse game in real life???
Joe: Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I wish you luck with your book.
Congrats on getting your two books published. Having recently self-published my first book (of poetry), I can really appreciate the effort to “git ‘r done”. I look forward to reading more of your writing. –Joe
Thanks Blair. Small world, eh?
Thanks,, the mood is tangible,one I know well.From Cleve.burbs but formerly from the area, WV.
Mary K: Thank you and I will let you know. In the meantime, God bless.
I stumbled across your blog and am very glad I did. If you ever down in my neck of the woods ( the state of Virginia) doing a reading, let me know :o)
Michele: Hi, and thanks for stopping by. These names don’t ring a bell. I graduated St. Clairsville HS in 1969. I’m sure we know some of the same people.
Do you know anyone with the last name:
those are some of my friends from osu from that area.
Michele: Thanks. Yes indeed I am a Valley boy. Lived in Martins Ferry through 8th grade and then spent high school in St. C. We may know some of the same people.
I love your blog spot.
I did not know you were from St. Clairesville!
lots of my college friends are from that area.
(2 from st. clairesville and 1 from Martin’s Ferry)
I have been down there a quite a few times.
Beautiful rolling hills!!!
JM Wingfield: Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment. Please stop back.
Love your work.
Thanks ever so much. I will be reading many more of yours as well.
Just stopped by to enjoy more of your wonderful poetry.
You have such a lovely selection of poems and I look forward to reading them all!
Have a great day!
Thanks for stopping by Ghost of Frank O’Hara. A quite thought-provoking comment, and much truth in it.
Ah, but O’Hara’s umbrella. I’ve always preferred being the rain.
In honor of the dear departed Frank O’Hara: http://www.frankohara.org/fohaudio01/metaphysicalpoem.html
there is a large umbrella,
and you can either be another poet under it,
or you can be the rain
Hey Dan. Thanks so much. He’s not a bad guy, once you get to know him. (Smile)
I think I like this guy.