Prose

A metrical escape valve,

  letters in the maelstrom

 

Lightning on the horizon,

  second child of the Gods

 

Sacrificial waterfall,

  its current overflowing

 

A literal dilation

 —of the verbal supreme

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

His Legend Calls

A Poem reborn posthumously…

  its Poet comes alive

 

Death to grovel at his feet,

 words not entombed, survive

 

A Poem reborn posthumously,

 each phrase a breath divine

 

Its voice once heard, the ages served,

 all seasons left to rhyme

 

A verse pulls back the shroud of death,

  as baptismal fonts refill

 

Whose waters wash the gravesite clean,

 with spirit redistilled

 

As the Poet rises from the crypt,

 in light his name recalled

 

To free the many verses chained

  —whose truth his legend calls

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

 

 

School’s Out

Breaking through the titled ceiling,

 my voice survived unnamed

 

Unleashed to save the future past,

 with words their truth proclaimed

 

All time bereft of judgment,

 all feelings self contained

 

Diploma mailed but left unsigned

 —its seal in freedom stained

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)

 

Your Soul’s Release

Can a phrase rule

  over a paragraph

 

Can the right word

  stand alone

 

Can a thought be held

  within one breath

 

Can the truth in short

  be known

 

Can you single out

  the future

 

Can you paraphrase

  the past

 

Can you release the hope

  inside a wish

 

Can you make this moment

  last

 

Can you keep the magic,

  its spell unbound

 

Can Apollo set you

  free

 

Can you say it while

  defying time

 

Can you voice your souls

  release

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Wasted Dreams

Delay success for as long

As you can…

Living up to an image

Will only cloud your judgment

Stealing what you can least

Afford to lose

Dragging you into the illusion

And myth

That could take a lifetime

To rail against

Dragging you into the

Vicarious trap

Of praise falsely given

 —and wasted dreams

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

 

A Melody Of Sages

Prose and Poetry

  came together

 

In a marriage of

  infusion

 

 —each wanting from the other

     what they could not bring

 

—each vowing to the other

    words they longed to sing

 

Birthing a new music

  of epic proportion

 

In an infant now timeless

  beyond simple refrain

 

—with a message for the ages

    wrapped in lyrical rhyme

 

—in a melody of sages

    defying space and time

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)