Callous rows gone fallow

human touch embraced

 

Hate uprooted — Love replanted

tilled in Heaven’s grace

 

(Dreamdleep: February, 2024)

I’m tired of people

slinging hash

and calling it Haute Cuisine

 

The Emperor naked

behind the mirror

where truth still reigns supreme

 

Waiting for accolades

pity more apt

so they again can void

 

Leaving their excrement

out on display

— only the rats to enjoy

 

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Psychopath

Sociopath

Neuropath’s

remind

 

Every ‘path’

an open route

locked inside

our minds

 

Empathy

Antipathy

Pathological

 liars

 

Waiting there

to mark the way

as circumstance

— requires

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

 

 

Your wounds bleed past tomorrow

 an inconvenient truth

Unsutured blame — till death reclaims

its healing absolute

 

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

Dying 

the most private thing

anyone can do

Goodbye

said a final time

exit sign in view

Living

so attached to death

symbiotic twins

Leaving

with your soul alive

— blessed to rebegin

 

(Dreamleep: March, 2024)

Attract them

with tomorrow

but give them today

Entrance them

with verses

that pause and delay

The moment

resplendent

divorcing from time

To marry

with wonder

— those hoping to find

 

(The New Room: March, 2024)

Sometimes …

there’s one poem

that opens your mind

And clears out

the cobwebs

that gather in kind

The words

defy entropy  

speaking as one

And pushing you

forward

— their mission is done

 

(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)

We’ve all been crippled

in different ways

To hobble or stumble

 alone in our pain

No one is reprieved

as years take their toll

Till that day we return

one body — one soul

 

(1^st Book Of Prayers: March, 2024)

Disarmed

 

Bullets fall silent

against words

well chosen

 

Their caliber

muted

— the target on fire

 

(Villanova University: March, 2024)

 

 

 

Stuck In Gear

 

Motion

not an absolute

The world

is never still

 

Inertia

tries to write the law

Where stop and start

are nil

 

History

at the speed of light

Consensus

in the math

 

But standing

here

While stuck in gear

— the notion leaves me flat

 

(Villanova University: March, 2024)

 

 

 Before The After

 

Don’t bog down

in research

Spontaneity

the thing

Truth

is most elusive

And joy

a passing Spring

 

In flashes

of an instant

What’s timeless

will appear

Thinking often

kills the goose

That lays

— both far and near

 

(Villanova University: March, 2024)

 

 

 Deafening Silence

 

Things most often named

before understood

Then never renamed

for the bad or the good

 

‘Particles of light’

we now know as waves

But ad infinitum

their reference stays

 

A ‘Tablet of Paper’

consisting of sheets

Two ‘Bolts’ of lightning

fused Franklin’s belief

 

A ‘Softball’s’ still deadly

 meant to careen

And ‘Deafening Silence’

— spurs wonder indeed

 

 

(Villanova University: March, 2024)

 

My Father died at 63

I’m now 75

I remember the day

I turned 63

Thinking I would finally know

What he knew

Be able to feel what he felt

See what he saw

And to be who he was

But I wasn’t a decorated

World War 2 Marine

The last of his platoon

To survive

The Solomon Islands the graveyard

Of most of his friends

He died on a Thursday

But we were estranged

‘Another woman who was not my Mom’

Looking back I wonder

What could I have changed

What words would I have used

To say to him …

 

(To Edward F. Behm U.S.M.C.: March, 2024)