Surrendering very little back to life,

 the time became solely my own

 

Which I spent on myself and the ones I loved,

 protecting what inside was my home

 

The years raced along with my memory endowed,

 regrets being seldom and few

 

Each choice that I made—every promise I kept,

  my spirit enthroned sovereign and new

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

My leaves fall distant from her tree

 and flee along the ground

 

Stripping bare a summer tryst

 old promises unbound

 

Set to ride the Autumn wind

 like all those times before

 

New forests call, as Spring awaits

 —my love to loan once more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

 

 

 I purposely avoid

   all words to impress

 

No ‘genre’ or ‘penchant’

  ‘couture’ or ‘egress’

 

The meaning embodies

  what each letter foretells

 

To be spoken forever

 —beyond heaven or hell

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

 

 

What will be your legacy,

 can it forever speak the truth

 

Do the words describe your finest hours,

 were your labors nobly used

 

Will your memory linger and grow in strength

 as it prepossesses time

 

Can it wrap its love around borders quelled

   —a new path for all to find

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

Those at my behest…

 know that limits persuade

 and words orphaned alone

 into emptiness hide

  with the snow passing on

 a new robin will sing

  each breath left forgotten

 until spoken aloud

 as memories fall from grace

   —in the silence unnamed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

Our lives were of this moment…

 the wave made sure of that

 

Winter nineteen sixty-nine

 Waimea’s fury spat

 

Thirty feet and building

 the giants all had come

 

Their lips four stories high above

 too late to cut and run

 

The paddle out a nightmare

 the ride a waiting terror

 

The drop in looming zero-sum

 the wall the devils mirror

 

We made it down and set our fins

 to climb the face again

 

Our ears were deaf, eyes frozen wide

 once more to climb the mountain 

 

On top we leaned and split the crest

 last turn to surf the violence

 

The beach in sight, through foams delight

  —death wading through the silence

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

           ‘Memories Of Waimea’

 

The greatest Poem I ever wrote…

 the one I just laid down

 

The one to last a thousand years

 deep in the lost and found

 

With words familiar, feelings stained

 in blood from echoes past

 

My pen left bleeding on its page

  —as quietude repasts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

A ticket lay there waiting

 untold riches bye and bye

 

The Powerball on Wednesday

 buying freedom with its lies

 

All barriers seemed broken through

 the world at your command

 

Perspective dying, hopes run wild

 control spun out of hand

 

The numbers tell the story

 but the payoff tells the tale

 

Be careful what you wish for

 —as the raindrops turn to hail

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s a level above choice

 where the answers are clear

 

The options there vanish

 yes or no disappears

 

Beyond wishing and hoping

 something less—something more

 

All time but a servant

   —slave to light evermore

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)

The night retreats in silence,

  as daylight rules the fray

 

Darkness reigns the past goodbye

  this moment not a dream

 

The present all we’re given

 the future lies astray

 

Repeating truth inside itself

 —one time forever means

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)