A raging success
or colossal failure
Anything else
—isn’t worth your time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Fond Memory’s Child
My body ages…
as words stay young
Mostly written,
but often sung
Fond memory’s child…
youth starts to rage
All gray outside,
blue-blonde the page
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Twin Fathers
Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’
virtuoso running free
Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’
his genius at the keys
Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’
time stopped as God decreed
Twin fathers back together
—the ‘Blues’ their history
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Life Below
Not free, not wise, not kind, not loved,
and tethered to the past
Unwilling to admit the truth,
he met his match at last
His Muse had warned time and again,
a reckoning was near
His eyes to close, his voice to mute,
beyond his greatest fear
Unsung, unwanted, lost, alone,
his nights became his days
His abrogation to regret,
the price all sinners pay
If just one chance to then go back,
and take that other road
The dark would pass, the light return
—and end his life below
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Set Free
Honoring our history,
respect must be shown
The present uncertain,
the future unknown
The past our foundation,
the roots to our tree
The key that unlocks us
—our spirits set free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
To Himself
Famous only to himself,
his legacy waits
A servant of the moment
—time left to abate
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
Hidden Jewels
One can be too many,
a hundred not enough
When truth battles fear
—all diamonds in the rough
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
If It’s Not One Thing…
First it was rain and then it was snow,
if it’s not one thing it’s another
Once in the dark and now in the know,
if it’s not one thing it’s another
The journey long, the destination obscured,
if it’s not one thing it’s another
Redemption the promise, damnation assured
—if it’s not one thing it’s another
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Ichiban
That cartridge in a sniper’s gun,
true Poets kill with only one
The shooters bullet marked by him
one word to kill—what lies within
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
Renewed
Squeezing out a different meaning,
with each new moment passed
The choices honed, all time dethroned
—no instant first or last
(Mackinac City Michigan: July, 2019)
