Trying to write a lyric
my words reduce to verse
The euphony escaping me
adrift as I converse
Though joy is sorely tempered
these letters soldier on
In hope of just one melody
—in hope of just one song
(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2023)
Trying to write a lyric
my words reduce to verse
The euphony escaping me
adrift as I converse
Though joy is sorely tempered
these letters soldier on
In hope of just one melody
—in hope of just one song
(Bryn Mawr College: September, 2023)
I think like a Buddhist
but pray like a nun
I see like the mountain
but reach like the sun
I stand like Gibraltar
but rage like the sea
And love like a child
—reborn unto Thee
(First Book Of Prayers: May, 2017)
Laura returned in a dream tonight
to remind me of who I was
Leading me toward a waxing moon
she sang of hope and love
Pulling me close she kissed my lips
as her breath refilled my soul
Giving me back unto myself
—with a joy that time had stole
( To My Muse — Laura Nyro: September, 2023)
Academicians …
masticating and
grinding their ‘truth’
Spewing out
what they would have us swallow
in gagging choking egotism
Regurgitating it back
in the toxic chunder
of a narcissistic reality
Papering the walls
of modern thought
with the bibs of their retching
As they hide within
their ivory towers
—festering in mass
(St. David’s Pennsylvania: September, 2023)
Take it …
but don’t take it lightly
Step up …
but don’t miss a step
Reach out …
both hands clasped together
Arrive …
without having left
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
The farther I get from religion
the closer I get to God
Clouds blown free—new imagery
a seed in Heaven’s pod
The farther I get from the papal bull
the closer His voice I hear
Grace so blessed—divine GPS
directions loud and clear
(Dundale: September, 2023)
The distant echo
of my lost awareness
rings the canyon walls
No clear way out
one final shout
—benighted to recall
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
The universe got smaller
as my mind expanded out
The limits of imagination
endless in redoubt
Each flash the moment changes
passing light that rushes in
The cosmos but a blinking eye
—when out beyond the rim
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)
Bloom where you’re planted
teach what you know
Love who you married
reap what you sow
Question the answers
mean what you say
Turn up the music
—live for today
(Dreamsleep: September, 2023)