Time Is Near

The leaves are falling,

birds in song

 

Memory lingers,

tomorrow gone

 

A promise spoken,

solemn vow

 

The present honored,

faith avowed

 

Years enlighten,

age sets in

 

Youth remembered,

deep within

 

Gates now beckon,

pearl’s endear

 

Hearts unburdened

—time is near

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Only Shame

Man’s inhumanity to man,

knows no country, religion, or race

 

Man’s inhumanity to man,

the only shame time cannot erase

 

Man’s inhumanity to man,

as constant as the spring driven rain

 

Man’s inhumanity to man

—rising over and over again

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Dilettante

To no one in particular,

but everyone out loud

 

What you portend as Poetry,

should never make you proud

 

The words are so revealing,

of what’s not inside your head

 

Your heart lies soundly sleeping,

there forever in your bed

 

The words you do disservice,

as the rhyme you then defame

 

The couplets maimed and slaughtered,

with free verse then just the same

 

With your voice not flat or tinny,

maybe you should try to sing

 

Because verse as you now write it

—is a bee that cannot sting

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

That Horse

Every scepter, every throne,

reverts again anew

 

The god’s, their will divided,

in Iliads of truth

 

All wars of good intention,

paved avenues to hell

 

Honor shamed by Zeus renamed

—that horse where judgment dwells

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)