Auditioning for life,
a one-act play
Rehearsing my part,
to leave or to stay
The audience waiting,
the stage has been set
Opening night,
my birth or my death
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Auditioning for life,
a one-act play
Rehearsing my part,
to leave or to stay
The audience waiting,
the stage has been set
Opening night,
my birth or my death
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I’m young enough
and old enough
And smart enough
and dumb enough
And rich enough
and poor enough
To laugh enough
and cry enough
But fast enough
and slow enough
To guess enough
and know enough
To take enough
and give enough
To think enough
—and feel enough
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Can you trust
if not equal
Can you hate
if not shown
Can you love
without taking
Can you have
—but not own
(Ardmore Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Have I lived long enough,
have I said what I came to say
Is my spirit now to rest,
has the toll-way back been paid
Have I lived long enough,
being willful, righting wrongs
A last heartache twice forgiven
—one more smile before I’m gone
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
How quiet are the closing moments
of Winter
Its final lingering shadow
passing over your regret
Days lengthen into night,
returning Blackbirds a good tiding
What ended in shades of red and brown
—beginning once again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)
Bad prose masquerading as poetry,
darkness posing as light
Words stacked on top of words uttered in vain
—narcissists delight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Disappear into your smart phone,
the world outside is doomed
Your few remaining human traits,
have long since left the room
Disappear into your smart phone,
all life beyond is lost
Your feelings truly virtual,
you’ve paid a mighty cost
Disappear into your smart phone,
while others stand beside
And just like you they tap their screens,
faint proof that they’re alive
Disappear into your smart phone,
as time is winding down
All spirit tapped, emotion strapped,
your history lost, unfound
Disappear into your smart phone,
that bed you’ve left unmade
Your spirit cries as memory dies,
whose LaLa land you crave
Disappear into your smart phone,
its power now supreme
Your knowledge mapped and future trapped
—your destiny undreamed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2018)
Religion has too many givens,
the takeaways few, far between
Questioning ravaged, intelligence savaged
—the mind left to wander and dream
(Bryn Mawr College: February, 2020)
My prose becoming painful,
poetry yet a joy
Explaining has deterred me,
rhyme a favorite toy
Sentences locked and muted,
as couplets run and play
New paragraphs unwritten
—as verse my heart does pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
Embracing the myth,
I hide deep within
More Devil than Savior,
aboriginal sin
Excuses my sacraments,
grace bartered for lies
Judgment internal
—redemption denied
(Dreamsleep: February, 2020)