The Towel Bar Angel
would thus advise …
“Be careful of washing
in what you despise
“A tap awaits you
at every turn
“To leave you drowning
the moment spurned”
The Towel Bar Angel
to hang and wait …
And dry all bias
that drips with hate
Protect your words
from speech that mars
And stay fresh bathed
— in who you are
(The New Room: December, 2025)
Footsteps To Tomorrow
You don’t know where
you’re going
If you don’t know
— where you’ve been
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Defanging The Devil
For all evils
there are two
remedies
— vehemence and time
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Catch 22
The professional politician
where statesmen learn to lie
The professional politician
— where freedom goes to die
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Elder abuse endemic
free to roam the land
Preying on the weakest souls
willing by command
Targeting new victims
infirm and oft alone
Fangs sink deep while senior’s sleep
— tearing flesh from bone
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
When and what
and how I write
gestating
from inside
No template
and no syllabus
or digest
to prescribe
My Mind
protects a virgin
whose children
yet unsired
Each word I breathe
instills the seed
to birth
— my heart’s desire
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
Living with
the Holy Ghost
deep inside
of him
Blessing strings
anointing chords
each new phrase
a hymn
Transubstantiation
all fruit
has left
the vine
Where Maggie’s Farm
and Mr. Jones
consecrate
— the rhyme
(The New Room: December, 2025)
The Genie’s left
the bottle
A.I. is in
the air
To rule the skies
and earth below
The ‘ultimate’
au pair
Life roiling
in the mixture
Of facts
forever spun
To take control
of all that’s told
With humans
— on the run
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
The arrogance
of ignorance
Where narcissism
hides
A hall of mirrors
paned in shame
Reflecting
— only lies
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
A wolf when
raised by dogs
forever
is a wolf
A banker once
he’s crossed the line
can never
steal enough
Aristocrats
their titles
banned
in practice stay elite
A dilettante
who’s been exposed
is then declared
effete
An arrow
with its feathers gone
when fired
lethal still
A grizzly bear
that’s been declawed
his teeth
remain to kill
A judge
without a jury
still hands
a sentence down
A clown
without a circus
can yet
erase a frown
A cop
without a badge
will chase you
till you’re caught
A Nun
without her habit
plain clothed
— in virtue walks
(Thank You Gertrude: December, 2025)
Death standing
at attention
for a fated
reveille
Which trumpets
through
the darkest cloud
to rain down liberty
Each bayonet
he wills in place
with fearlessness
empowered
A call to arms
through hill and dale
to launch
‘His Finest Hour’
(Winston Churchill At War: December, 2025)
Escaping
to the mountains
Sitting
in my chair
New trails
lie awaiting
Voices
in the air
Tracks to mark
my wonder
Memory
in the lead
Freedom
at the summit
Lost
— in my reprieve
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
An Anthology Of Perception 