I’m a two-winged poet
not just single-wing
And would never clip one
to fly into this wind
As one wing goes up
the other comes down
Until both work together
when flying most proud
A zero-sum landing
with talons not right
Only shortens the glide path
—and ruins the flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
With the years not yet lived
to determine what’s right
You fake it with documents
that block out the light
With experience weak,
and its lessons still thin
Your words only scold
venting anger within
What you want is in sight
though beyond your best reach
And the trophy you hunt
lost in dreams where you weep
But your tears leave a trail
and your anger a sign
For the truth to reach out
—and whose words you will find
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Saturn burns,
as eight rings turn
Its truth on fire,
no lessons learned
A gas filled magnet,
for solar wind
Where ice and rock
—hide ancient sins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
All of life happens
—between the crest and the trough
(Molokai Hawaii: February, 1989)
‘Tribute To Duke Kahanamoku’
What are words
if not remembered
What are feelings
never spent
What is time
if not then fleeting
What is love
not heaven sent
What are gifts
beneath the wrapping
What are wishes
beyond all hope
What is love
once past September
What is left
—when faith elopes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
A chat room for dilettantes
—singing to the choir
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Keep your words close
—but the silence closer
(Grantham New Hampshire: July, 2016)
Show me a man without a dream
—and I’ll show you no man at all
(Train To New Hampshire: July, 2016)
I don’t make excuses,
and won’t pretend
But I do attack,
and will defend
If your argument’s weak,
with reasons thin
No mercy shown
—or truce to win
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Where are the voices crying out
from the din
Where is the blood you spilled
from within
Where is that Siren who once
called your name
Where is the fortune promised
by fame
Where is the promise you made
to yourself
Where is that demon unseen but
still felt
Where is the beacon to lighten
your ink
Where is the harbor this side of
the brink
Where is the feeling,
hearts lost in the fall
Where is the meaning
—no words left to call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
