The University rustler’s aim
herding and stealing…
hot irons from within
Professorial larcenous B.S. campaign
letters branded
to deceive and convince
The doctor licentiate
disguised as Jesse James
his gang riding shotgun up top
If they ever tally up all the things
they’ve unlearned, they will shoot
at each other—dumbstruck
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Education was meant
to provide the tools
Not to build the
house
Colleges wounded by
‘enlightened’ fools
Where by deception
truth has bled out
Young minds are
now lost
At a very great
cost
To a system
rigged from the start
And for grades they will
kneel
With all verity
concealed
Mindlessly searching for their
next class
—in the dark
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
With subconscious desire
my blood pressure on fire
And the needle ready to break
through the glass
I try to calm down
as the muse rises and shouts…
“Don’t
—even bother to ask”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Are those thoughts you put in
what I once valued more
Or would what I put out
be the end winning score
Did I need your ears
for my voice to become whole
Or would I rather them deafened
words deep in my soul
In my twenties your opinion
carried some weight
In my thirties I listened
but asked you to wait
In my forties I turned
and walked slowly away
Now alone in the twilight
—to carry the day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
All males undone
by the Lady Son
The trumpets blared
her fire
An Earl first came
her wrath unchained
To Charles
her heart aspired
All kingdom come
to face Lady Son
But to hell
their souls were laid
As her legend grew
and from banners flew
The name Joan
—all hearts to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Like spontaneous combustion,
the words exploded
Molten lyrics erupting
from the great unknown
Their only warning…
trepidation inside the reluctant
and unsettled heart
Their solemn promise…
to free the unwritten prisoners
of confusion and doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Each word cutting through
ten pounds of flesh…
The Muse
—killing me with her love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Live divorced from the past,
engaged to the future
—but married to the present
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Living vicarious…
the most important attribute
of an effective Poet
Never consumed by your
subject
—consuming it in verse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
‘Dedicated To Emily’
I asked you to remain my student
But you wanted to teach
The balance between us changing
Our past out of reach
I gave what I could to your memory
And you borrowed the rest
Repayment to be due on arrival
—as you fly from the nest
(Villanova Pennsylvania- January, 2019)
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