I’m a Poet
—I need no justification
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
I’m a Poet
—I need no justification
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
How can you teach Poetry,
or breathe for someone else
Sharing what your soul has freed,
deep within yourself
Can you cross a bridge for others,
its toll not yours to pay
Squeezing blood from wounds long healed
—transfusion’s masquerade
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Must God stay beyond
understanding
His prophecy to conscript
and confuse
Are the Trinity and
Resurrection
Both miracles or only
a ruse
Building temples to
edification
Storing Icons that judge
and decry
Is the Bible fictitious
or sacred
Is Redemption the truth
—or a lie
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The rusting of years,
the flavor of time
Calling you back
—patina unrhymed
(Ronald McDonald House: January, 2020)
Rumors,
the carpet of deception
The threshold of hearsay
—lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Writing…
not the beginning of verse,
but the end
Grabbing life by the throat,
the birth of a thought
—whose story begins
Captive together,
they walk word by word
toward the jury
Scars and accolades,
joy and strife
—in sentenced glory
(Ronald McDonald House: January, 2020)
Expressions of grief,
the eyes of a child
An ending in sight
—all nature reviled
(McCarran Airport: January, 2020)
Life’s an anthology…
death written once
The chapter elusive
—last page on the run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
The purity of surprise
—new moments set free
(McCarran Airport: January, 2020)
This morning,
my body stopped in
to say goodbye
Thanking me
for the joy
Forgiving me
for the pain
Fading into
memory
—one last time
(Las Vegas Nevada: January, 2020)