Irish by choice,

  the teachers did fail

 

Attacking my voice,

  as a group to assail

 

The structures they hammered,

  the forms they imposed

 

All lost to my whimsy

  —whose words I then chose

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

To be judged by fools

 —where Devils go to burn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

Just a broken poet,

  at an A.T.M.

 

His stomach cries out,

  words hunger within

 

The nights are the longest,

  cold darkens and chills

 

Fresh words on account,

  new credit distills

 

Pushing buttons while bent,

  with hope standing tall

 

An answer comes back,

  ‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

God is a Poet,

 his blessings in rhyme

 

Salvation unmetered,

  inspiration divine

 

His voice calls us inward,

  temptation now gone

 

Where the wings of an Angel

  —carry words into song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Time waits…

  the handmaiden of love

 

Love waits

  —only upon itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

I answered with love,

you questioned

with anger and pain

I held you close,

but your eyes

failed me again

I told you truly,

as my wishes

dropped to the floor

Your smile my captor,

my heart

  —your swinging door

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

Avatar Queen

The mask or the screen,

What’s never to know

What’s never to see

 

Avatar Queen

Your name to mislead,

One more cryptic posting

That always deceives

 

Avatar Queen

Both petty and preened,

The bees in your bonnet

No stinger foreseen

 

Avatar Queen

You know what I mean,

With feelings all borrowed

And vistas unseen

 

Avatar Queen

The sourest cream,

No reason to wish

All hope dressed in green

 

Avatar Queen

Your anger unweaned,

My answer then sharp

My rapier free

 

Avatar Queen

Not to sleep or to dream,

Your nightmare awoken

In daylight you scream

 

Avatar Queen

One curse washes clean,

Your blessings defaced

  —no chance to redeem

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

What the heart holds captive

 —the mind will never free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

All of our passions

  border on sin

 

The reasoning gray,

  the line often thin

 

All of our joy

  dances freely between

 

That Angel above 

  —and a Devil unseen

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

All time shattered memory,

  and faces now past

 

Stare back as I dream

  —meant never to last

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)