Reports…

cold facts on paper

Truth

unto itself

The World

to judge in concert

One man

much deeper felt

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

A minute to make a moment

the instant to endear

A vow to make a marriage

more committed year to year

 

A ribbon to make a bow

once the tie is fastened right

A hope turned into wishes 

wrapping tidings ever tight

 

A man begets a son

with his legacy passing on

A matriarchal mother

making lullabies of songs

 

All time forever timeless

past—future in default

As fate unlocks eternal

the Muse inside your vault

 

 

(The New Room: June, 2022)

There’s a voice that hides

with message plain

“IT STILL IS NOT ENOUGH”

 

No matter how the

phrases turn

“THEY LACK THE FINER STUFF”

 

It sits in judgment

undeterred

to flame and scold unbound

 

To speak when I’m

inopportune

—and turn me inside out

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

Twas deep within my golden years

when youth came rushing back

Tired of being left behind

seducing what I lack

 

Clocks run down as midnight harkens

options running thin

Amorous feelings lost to time

whose walls are closing in

 

But then an archer from the past

tightens up my bow

One arrow left to fire off…

that girl I used to know

 

It flies directed from my hand

t’ward one I left so young

To strike a memory buried deep

—of first love woe begun

 

(Saint David’s Pennsylvania: June, 2022)

Indelible the writing…

each theme enslaves the words

The weight placed squarely on their backs

to bear the message heard

 

The meaning what’s important

four ruling two plus two

Verbs forgotten, nouns erased

—their insight still imbued

 

(Villanova University: June, 2022)

Unlike the first Revolution…

this time we have to take America

back from within

Like drug and alcohol addiction

we need detox

and rehabilitation

The traitors and despoilers left

to wither and die

Too many have sacrificed

for the freedoms we take for granted

to abdicate our responsibility

to the lunatic fringe

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2022)

The end of all is vanity,

damnation so accused

The mirror speaking falsely

—of promise purple hued

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022) 

‘Keeper Of The Kingdom,’

entrusted with the key

Words unlocking blocks of time,

setting moments free

 

Caretaker thus chosen,

fate to walk the fields

Watching insights stalk and grow

—destiny to yield

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

Waking every day

finding part of me behind

The loom threadbare and empty

no yarn there left to find

 

Coming apart in pieces

stitches lose their hem

Expectations falling fast

inching toward the end

 

Daylight into darkness

bespoken twill in threads

Voices used to mend and fit

silenced, like the dead

 

Sleeping with the remnants

dreams of memories lost

Desperations patchwork quilt

—blanketing the cost

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)

 

 

Gone like September

from the wind

Gone like the Robin

from its wing

Gone like a child

from its laughter

Gone like the memory

of Spring

 

Gone like the Priest

behind his vestments

Gone like the hours

from the day

Gone like the waves

atop the ocean

Gone like the months

that lead to May

 

Gone are the reasons

from excuses

Gone are the moments

trapped in time

Gone is today

from tomorrow

Gone is the magic

left behind

 

Gone are the memories

from recollection

Gone the beginnings

from the ends

Gone every joy

from every sorrow

Gone what you broke

—but couldn’t bend

 

(Dreamsleep: June, 2022)