Time Is Near

The leaves are falling,

birds in song


Memory lingers,

tomorrow gone


A promise spoken,

solemn vow


The present honored,

faith avowed


Years enlighten,

age sets in


Youth remembered,

deep within


Gates now beckon,

pearl’s endear


Hearts unburdened

—time is near


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Only Shame

Man’s inhumanity to man,

knows no country, religion, or race


Man’s inhumanity to man,

the only shame time cannot erase


Man’s inhumanity to man,

as constant as the spring driven rain


Man’s inhumanity to man

—rising over and over again


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Dilettante

To no one in particular,

but everyone out loud


What you portend as Poetry,

should never make you proud


The words are so revealing,

of what’s not inside your head


Your heart lies soundly sleeping,

there forever in your bed


The words you do disservice,

as the rhyme you then defame


The couplets maimed and slaughtered,

with free verse then just the same


With your voice not flat or tinny,

maybe you should try to sing


Because verse as you now write it

—is a bee that cannot sting


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

That Horse

Every scepter, every throne,

reverts again anew


The god’s, their will divided,

in Iliads of truth


All wars of good intention,

paved avenues to hell


Honor shamed by Zeus renamed

—that horse where judgment dwells


(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)