First it was rain and then it was snow,
if it’s not one thing it’s another
Once in the dark and now in the know,
if it’s not one thing it’s another
The journey long, the destination obscured,
if it’s not one thing it’s another
Redemption the promise, damnation assured
—if it’s not one thing it’s another
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
That cartridge in a sniper’s gun,
true Poets kill with only one
The shooters bullet marked by him
one word to kill—what lies within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Squeezing out a different meaning,
with each new moment passed
The choices honed, all time dethroned
—no instant first or last
(Mackinac City Michigan: July, 2019)
Did you not love, as flame the fire,
when springtime came in view
Your soul to task, no futures past
—the world again anew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Joplin was to Southern Comfort,
what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade,
what Dylan never lacks
Woodstock was to 69,’
what music was to rhyme
Saigon was to those who stayed,
what Auschwitz now reminds
Kennedy was to hopes and dreams,
what nightmares were to some
Castro was to leftist thugs,
what cymbals are to drums
Kissinger was to Nixon
an Appian Way to roam
Dr. King to civil rights,
what kings are to their thrones
Walter Cronkite was to news,
what context was to fact
Altar boys were to their Priests,
what pretzels are to snacks
58,000 were to die,
what a wall was to proclaim
58,000 were to all
—what conscience is to shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The enigma of a woman veiled
in what you’ll never know
Despite those things she gives to you,
her secrets bide unshown
Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
but to herself alone
Her power worn as though a crown
—her mystery, her throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The world is my mentor,
eternity my judge
Each choice confirmation,
the future ungloved
Time no longer master,
to deceive or profane
All life in this moment
—its meaning contained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
The most precious gift a Poet gets
—true knowledge of himself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
A Cowboy never says goodbye,
it’s not in his nature
A Cowboy never says goodbye,
the prairie his teacher
A Cowboy never says goodbye,
the wind his closest friend
A Cowboy never says goodbye
—his heart to only lend
(Hays City Kansas: August, 2019)
In the middle of nowhere…
the center of it all
Coming back to my beginning
—one choice to recall
(Fargo North Dakota: August, 2019)
