Cars line the highways

with their broken life inhabitants,

coffined tributes to a last wish that got away,

android druids in mock procession

—racing toward the end

 

(University Of Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Is a promise left unspoken,

the breath that holds the key

 

Unlocking what the twilight brings

—till dawn can set us free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

The best of Poets don’t explain,

their truth the readers judge

 

 

The best of Poets to remain,

what time will hate

—or love

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Without rhyme,

the words fade into the mist

 

Without rhyme,

the verse so begotten

 

Without rhyme,

all passages blow with the wind

 

Without rhyme

—so quickly forgotten

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020)

“Without rhyme, it’s like playing tennis without a net.”

Robert Frost

 

 

They say to forgive and forget…

in spite of the damage they’ve done

 

A blessing sublime, someone better than I,

could do both—I though neither one

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

The world is an oven

we live in

 

With each scorching,

its temperature grows

 

Unable to stop,

hands fall off the clock

 

Left roasting

—goose cooking below

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

Is science the killer

of intuition

 

Can feelings so easily

be dispelled

 

The numbers unchained,

math murder proclaimed

 

Our souls and our spirits

—to quell

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

Academic Immune Deficiency,

the intellect under attack

 

Those powered to know, ivory towers enthroned,

dialectic—its meaning hijacked

 

(Bryn Mawr College: January, 2020)

Humanities coin two sided,

on the front eternal life

 

On the back annihilation

—on its edge we balance fright

 

(Dreamsleep: January, 2020)

How many Poems must I write,

to set my spirit free

 

How many sunsets must I watch,

to win my souls reprieve

 

How many women must I love,

to make Delilah cry

 

How many visions must I chase

—to catch the last goodbye

 

(Villanova University: January, 2020)