She wiped the tears

from the eyes of tomorrow

 

Her present uncovered

—her vision refound

 

(Superior Wisconsin: August, 2019)

A Poet sits on the edge of tomorrow,

 waiting for today

 

Notebook in hand, new words to command

—what time has yet to say

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

Lost in the miles, lost in the smiles,

the road calls out my name

 

Throttle in hand, a beckoning land,

no two days then the same

 

Direction unmapped, my nose to attack,

what’s never been before

 

Fate rides ahead, making my bed

—the wind to know for sure

 

(Limon Colorado: August, 2019)

Within the depths of all I fear,

a voice holds me at bay

 

And clears a path, my soul to roam,

to stumble on its way

 

The darkness lures, a light unshone,

new words to keep me strong

 

As legend steals what fact denies

—beyond all right or wrong

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

Musical and painted phrases,

dance around my memory

 

Reds and Blues and vivid Gold’s,

rush across my bridge of dreams

 

Colors streak into the sky,

their song a magic portrait

 

Clouds chanting in vibrant hues

—as the light sings palette free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) On-Line 3/17/2017

 

 

The Genie is now out of the bottle,

and referred to as ‘The Net’

 

Where hackers are countries unto themselves,

empowered worldwide—great threats

 

Able to intrude and disrupt at will,

weaving a new kind of hell

 

With privacy raped and freedom attacked

—barraged, our future imperiled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Death courting life…

inextricably entwined

 

Most star crossed of lovers

their hatred of time

 

Death courting life…

new beginning at the end

 

Last promise to make

—final message to send

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)

 

Poets and Bullfighters,

death to uncage

 

The truth between horns,

eternity’s rage

 

One thrust entitled,

mortality damned

 

Life springs eternal

—the sword leaves your hand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

Poetry is a journey…

each word life’s misstep

 

When placing them together,

one voice binds and sets

 

Its map inside a puzzle,

to point beyond the wind

 

A road that’s never ending

—all travelers within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

From deep in the shadows of Tin Pan Alley,

the Sage called out my name

 

With a voice that haunted and eyes concealed

—she made her only claim

 

(New York City: West 28^thStreet- March 2017)