The deeper the pond
the calmer the water
The older the wine
the richer the flavor
The longer the gaze
the sharper the picture
The fewer the words
—less risk of conjecture
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The deeper the pond
the calmer the water
The older the wine
the richer the flavor
The longer the gaze
the sharper the picture
The fewer the words
—less risk of conjecture
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Words in my fountain pen
bullets in my gun
Blasts of rapid insight
—ink that doesn’t run
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
My pen constrained and kidnapped
as ink bleeds evermore
Voices cry: “Something More Be Done”
—fury to rage and roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: Dreamsleep-February, 2016)
Are your wishes scribed in combat,
are your hopes relined with pain
Is your motion found still wanting
as you climb the stairs again
Are your words now of this moment,
is your verse free and sincere
Are your feelings calling inward
—from a heart that’s yearning dear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
The tightness of the words
protects the freedom of the thought
Whose voice when spoken gently
—can silence thunder and dragons caught
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Can you separate your art
from your politics
Can you separate the temporal
from the divine
Can you separate the excuses
from the reasons
Can you separate purpose
from those wasted times
Can you separate your vocation
and avocation
Can you separate curiosity
from true insight
Can you separate your duty
from convenience
Can you separate the darkness
—from the light
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Choking on its wealth…
America now suffers
The Acid Reflux
Of a life at ease
Suffering poor health…
A country now drifting
Into the coma of denial
—and no longer free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Social Media….
the web we are all caught in
Waiting for the spider’s bite
—and our venomous end
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
To change one word and rock the world
a new verse dancing free
Its weight unmeasured, breadth untold
whose key unlocks the dream
The bottle open, the genie gone
last domino to fall
One word pulled out or inserted in
—new meaning to enthrall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
Are we truly masters
of the word
Are we really in charge
of what gets heard
Are we truly finished
at periods end
Are we really past the point
of starting again
Are we truly out of sync
or out of time
Are we really tired
of questioning why
Are we truly silent
if that next breath comes
Are we really alone
—when the ink still runs
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)