Revisiting places,
a fresh pair of eyes
All time reimagined
—the how and the why
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
Revisiting places,
a fresh pair of eyes
All time reimagined
—the how and the why
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2020)
A watch is forever subservient
to time
As each day bows down
to the sun
Remeasuring infinity
from end to end
Orphaned between
—and left to beguile
(Villanova University: August, 2020)
If conflict is human,
is violence a game
The law of the jungle
by some other name
A mortal endeavor,
to choose when we fight
With nature in judgment
—the wrong from the right
(Wayne Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Imperfection keeps me fertile,
like the storm upon the plain
Measuring the distance,
of what’s lost and sometimes gained
With my thoughts I mark the hours,
left uncounted looking back
The choices made and prices paid
—endorsing what I lack
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
If reality is meant to change,
Buddhists may be right
The stops and starts of wasted dreams,
to bury in the night
With truth in self-denial,
our awareness springs and grows
The burdens of all conscious thought,
released—once letting go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
Cheating death…
the myth we tell
—when life seems all the more
(Villanova University: August, 2020)
My door is made of solid bronze
but doesn’t have a lock
Patina’d with the stain of blood
from all the battles fought
It swings upon a rusted hinge
and creaks when open wide
To welcome back the future-past
the present safe inside
(Bryn Mawr Pennsylvania: August, 2020)
I know more things
than I can tell
The water deep
within my well
I wish for more
than hope can stand
Obeying Thee
—my heart commands
(From ‘The Book Of Prayers’ August, 2020)
On a barstool
somewhere
in a lost America
with a stranger
who calls me friend
All options
dwindling
my fate in his hands
—and nearly at the end
(Choteau Montana: Ranger Jacks Bar, August 2004)
Logic destroys the natural state,
as order rules the day
To tag and label, weigh and chart,
reality at bay
A poet in the truest sense,
I fall outside the lines
Entropic freedom calling me
—to all that I might find
(Rosemont College: August, 2020)