Saturn burns,
as eight rings turn
Its truth on fire,
no lessons learned
A gas filled magnet,
for solar wind
Where ice and rock
—hide ancient sins
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The Duke’s Wisdom
All of life happens
—between the crest and the trough
(Molokai Hawaii: February, 1989)
‘Tribute To Duke Kahanamoku’
Past September
What are words
if not remembered
What are feelings
never spent
What is time
if not then fleeting
What is love
not heaven sent
What are gifts
beneath the wrapping
What are wishes
beyond all hope
What is love
once past September
What is left
—when faith elopes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
The ‘Cafe’
A chat room for dilettantes
—singing to the choir
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Silence
Keep your words close
—but the silence closer
(Grantham New Hampshire: July, 2016)
Without A Dream
Show me a man without a dream
—and I’ll show you no man at all
(Train To New Hampshire: July, 2016)
No Truce
I don’t make excuses,
and won’t pretend
But I do attack,
and will defend
If your argument’s weak,
with reasons thin
No mercy shown
—or truce to win
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
No Words Left
Where are the voices crying out
from the din
Where is the blood you spilled
from within
Where is that Siren who once
called your name
Where is the fortune promised
by fame
Where is the promise you made
to yourself
Where is that demon unseen but
still felt
Where is the beacon to lighten
your ink
Where is the harbor this side of
the brink
Where is the feeling,
hearts lost in the fall
Where is the meaning
—no words left to call
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
An Irish Poet
Irish by choice,
the teachers did fail
Attacking my voice,
as a group to assail
The structures they hammered,
the forms they imposed
All lost to my whimsy
—whose words I then chose
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
A Devil’s Hell
To be judged by fools
—where Devils go to burn
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
