Poetry should always be given away,
and never ever sold
Its message to open all heavens gates,
not translate into gold
Poetry should fly on the wings of a wish,
with hope its guiding dove
The light of its message to guide all intention
—transforming into love
(Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Science would like
to abscond with Philosophy
Claiming propriety
over truth falsely shown
Measures and numbers
its weapons of choice
Never looking beyond
—what its theories bestow
(Wayne Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
A metrical escape valve,
letters in the maelstrom
Lightning on the horizon,
second child of the Gods
Sacrificial waterfall,
its current overflowing
A literal dilation
—of the verbal supreme
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
A Poem reborn posthumously…
its Poet comes alive
Death to grovel at his feet,
words not entombed, survive
A Poem reborn posthumously,
each phrase a breath divine
Its voice once heard, the ages served,
all seasons left to rhyme
A verse pulls back the shroud of death,
as baptismal fonts refill
Whose waters wash the gravesite clean,
with spirit redistilled
As the Poet rises from the crypt,
in light his name recalled
To free the many verses chained
—whose truth his legend calls
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
The darker side of morning,
the drier side of rain
A memory left forgetting
—a spirit uncontained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
Breaking through the titled ceiling,
my voice survived unnamed
Unleashed to save the future past,
with words their truth proclaimed
All time bereft of judgment,
all feelings self contained
Diploma mailed but left unsigned
—its seal in freedom stained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2019)
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“I write the first draft
and paint the second
“But the third
—I get to sing”
(Villanova Pennsylvania, 2016)
Can a phrase rule
over a paragraph
Can the right word
stand alone
Can a thought be held
within one breath
Can the truth in short
be known
Can you single out
the future
Can you paraphrase
the past
Can you release the hope
inside a wish
Can you make this moment
last
Can you keep the magic,
its spell unbound
Can Apollo set you
free
Can you say it while
defying time
Can you voice your souls
release
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
There are many futures
—but only one past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Never writing for the masses,
just writing for you
One lone set of ears,
to share life anew
Never writing for consensus,
my words not for rent
To call through the ages
—with a voice heaven sent
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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