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)

Have your words stayed unspoken,

   to mislead or confuse?

 

Those phrases kept distant,

  the voice of the Muse?

 

Have your words stayed unspoken,

  as you’ve traveled in vain?

 

Your mileposts painted,

  with fury and pain?

 

Have your words stayed unspoken,

   are your motives still pure?

 

Your thoughts as intended

   —or to even the score?

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

I hate the word clever,

  it seeks to demean

 

With hidden entendre’

  and devious schemes

 

I hate how it sounds,

  as it rolls off the tongue

 

To strike from all language

   —if my power was sum

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

There’s comfort in knowing,

  things come and they go

 

The wind brings a newness,

  whether lilac or snow

 

There’s joy in all laughter,

   freely accrued

 

Music in words,

  spoken only by you

 

A place to be born,

  a moment to die

 

An ending beginning,

  last chance to decide

 

That question unasked,

  its answer unclaimed

 

Both orphans of joy

  … no adopted refrain

 

To sing from the rafters,

  an unfinished hymn

 

That angel before you,

   the angel within

 

Death’s only proffer

  …remembrance to lose

 

As the seasons recouple

  —your world again new

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)