Every Poet

is a dealer in hope

His words of betrothal

 with feelings elope

He stands at the vista

of many denied

And changes forever

— what history will cry

(The New Room: July, 2026)

Shunning  

 direction

No longer

outbound

Waypoint

selection

The past

to impound

Prescience

on fire

Free

of the wind

Harps

that inspire

Strung

— from within

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

I was trying

very hard

not to say it

I was biting

my lip

and my tongue

But when you

insisted

I no longer resisted

And words

I had muzzled

did come …

“Your presence

beyond

what is boring

“The space you

take up

but a ruse

“If given

a choice

I’d be far from your voice

“Reclaiming

this time

— I now lose”

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

Forever wrong

but never in doubt

Truth on the run

the louder they shout

Facts never matter

they get in the way

With pontification

— the rule of the day

(The New Room: July, 2026)

Verses Eternal

Be in the moment

staying true to yourself

The stigma of others

but a tool in your belt

What trauma inspires

to forever beget

In verses eternal

— to never forget

(The New Room: July, 2026)

Muddy told me …

“Try to sound like

your bacon

smells

“And keep the

kitchen

close where dwells

“Those words to fry

and sizzle

free

“Your nose

will know

— what eyes deceive”

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

It wasn’t true …

but what is truth

It wasn’t real …

but eyes can lie

It wasn’t mine …

or yours to give

It wasn’t love …

but hearts still cry

(Dreamsleep: July, 2023)

The Devil’s Workshop

has open hours

His staff is loyal

and share his powers

The Devil’s Workshop

when idle claims

The lost and truant

— with tools aflame

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

All words

despite their

intention …

the silence reborn

All wishes

 real and

imagined

in hope they are formed

All time

eclipsed in the

moment

forever refrains

All paths

regardless

of waypoint

— lead back to the grave

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

I heard

what you said

But not

what you meant

Your words

but a smokescreen

Belying

 intent

Each one

deftly crafted

To lure

and delude

Anointing

your weakness

Blaspheming

— Saint Jude

(Chicago’s South Side: July, 2026)

It’s not

what it is

or what

it isn’t …

But what

it

forever

— could be

(Dreamsleep: July, 2026)

Success

is no more emails

Not one

throughout the day

No beeps

and no vibrations

to clutter up

the quay

My sails are up

the winds are fair

distractions

far abeam

No G.P.S.

or radar

To chart

— this sailor’s dream

(Annapolis To Bermuda: August, 2005) 

Fool Them Once — Fool Them Twice

Oh Bernie, Bernie

as crooked

thou art

Thy wife

more dishonest

filling up thy cart

A noble pair

thoust do

protest

Within

thy harvest

and monied chest

To hide among

a lost

enclave

With fortunes

 promise
most illy made

Behind thy mask

corruption

flames

Thy hoax

to bear

— eternal shame

(The New Room: July, 2026)