You’ll never be sure
until you might die
Power imploding
—rebirthed in goodbye
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
You’ll never be sure
until you might die
Power imploding
—rebirthed in goodbye
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Released from
the inferno
Tongue of Satan
to betray
Saving words
from his fury
Muting the serpent
—today
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Left or right
the noise drones on
Distractions prized,
the message gone
What’s right is right
unless it’s left
The truth beguiled
—our soul’s bereft
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
A giant of a man
to whom history bows
As schoolboy’s sing
his legend proud
Our rivers symbols
where freedom flows
Through nighttime crossings
in driving snow
That freezing winter
at Valley Forge
The enemy slept
our hope restored
Embracing conflict
in search of peace
As patriots bled
our bonds released
A giant of a man
to whom history bows
In debt we live
our souls endowed
The first to lead us
the first to pray
The last to leave us
‘Tis Well’ this day
(Valley Forge Memorial Chapel: June, 2022)
Laboring in obscurity
my dog forgets my name
The hours pass, the moments fade
with every day the same
My faith a light that dwindles
belief the final straw
In darkness splayed, my hope betrays
—no luck beyond the draw
(The New Room: June, 2022)
Poets of convenience
reality to sway
A stain that lasts forever
excuses not parlayed
“Thou Shalt Not Kill” long spoken
ancient law upon the land
Religious, secular, or more’ bound
the truth has one command
A billion screaming babies
by curettes scraped away
As smug self-righteous killers
demand to have their way
The pathway to eternity
lined with voices put to death
“Thou Shalt Not Kill” their epitaph
—damning your last breath
(St. Josephs University: September, 1972)
To hell with your endorsement,
how false opinion reigns
My words to seek a higher realm
where spirit is reclaimed
As critics in a barrel,
the bottom layer is yours
To hum and drum reflected yarn
—self-serving au du jour
(The New Room: June, 2022)
It’s not about
your need to hear
but what I need to say
The words unbartered
spoken clean
released to have their way
They choose their own
intended path
in beelines of advance
To scent the air
with every breath
—beyond your circumstance
(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)
That day on the ledge
he started to shake
Each memory a tremor
of every mistake
The choices made suspect
as nightmares returned
The price of redemption
his destiny spurned
Alone and forgotten
his eyes straight ahead
Afraid to look down
where his hopelessness led
Each breath getting shorter
his heart beating loud
One step from perdition
one step to enshroud
But then in an instant
a voice could be heard
Not friendly or caustic
but rooted and learned
“Well jump if you have to
defeat as your crown
Your sins to fall with you
—forgiveness unfound”
(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)
Is anyone who’s dead as great
as anyone still living
Is legacy stronger than force of will
within those still alive
Can what’s been done command the state
of promise still forthcoming
Is speaking loud beyond the grave
an edict best unheard
(The New Room: June, 2022)