Some would say,

the danger portends   

Some would say,

it all is pretend

Some would say,

the past wears a shroud

Some would say,

the quiet is loud

Some would say,

all love is for fools

Some would say,

to break every rule

Some would say,

today is unsure

Some would say,

tomorrow the cure

Some would say,

the hammer is cocked

Some would say,

the target is locked

Some would say,

the reasons persist

Some would say,

all logic resists

Some would say,

the lies are astute

Some would say,

more voices to mute

Some would say,

the weight is too much

Some would say,

to look but don’t touch

Some would say,

their talk cheap and vile

Some would say

—death kills with a smile

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Raising thoughts and emotion,

the mainsail was set

Heading into the wind

of tomorrow unmet

All stays are in place,

with tiller held fast

Reaching for glory

—the doldrums have passed

(Hereford Inlet: November, 2020)

Politics governs our

temporal lives

Religion conscripting

eternity’s prize

Together they’ve killed

more than famine and war

A plague that still haunts us

—to shun and deplore

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

The bridge to belief

spans a river of doubt

Whose rapids are raging,

whose questions cry out

Each step that I’ve taken,

each tread that I cross

Brings me much closer

—to what I once lost

(Montrose: November, 2020)

Hey Academic,

throw me some facts

Explain to me clearly

each thought you attack

Dear Intellectual,

restate and rephrase

Your version of truth,

empty words in the fray

Hello Professor,

is the poison pill done

Refilled with your venom

to spread to the young

And lastly the Critic

who stands by the wall,

Humpty Dumpty awaiting

your push to then fall

While open minds sit

in the cold and the rain,

Your cowardly torrents

bring nothing but pain

To all those so cloistered,

divorced from what’s real

Perdition your tenure

—inflamed to repeal

(Beaupre: November, 2020)

The pages of my life

turn

like falling leaves

as autumn yields to winter

gathering in piles

of remembrance

blowing and scattering

to the four winds

—never to return

(Dreamsleep: November, 2020)

Religion and science…

never to wed

Like oil and water,

alone in their beds

While science defends,

ancient dogma portends

Two voices discordant,

to break if they bend

For centuries long

they have fought tooth and nail

Refusing to budge

out of fear that entails

A false understanding,

bells call from within

Where marriage awaits

—espoused unto Him

(The Book Of Prayers: November, 2020)

Lines of immortality,

words on the page

Inscribing a vision,

all thoughts to remain

Death with her envy,

 corporeal greed

Robbed of my legacy

—alive with each read

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Detached from my consciousness,

the monster attacked

Feasting first on my memory,

the front then the back

Now living inside me,

all day turns to night

Connection—rejection,

devouring the light

(Radnor Pennsylvania: November, 2020)

Sometimes money isn’t enough,

the wheat rejects the chaff

Wealth attained by winnowing gain,

the scarecrow only laughs

Sometimes money isn’t enough,

the numbers rise and fall

Interest accrues­ as attrition renews

—the richest count forestalled

(Valley Forge: November, 2020)