With subconscious desire
my blood pressure on fire
And the needle ready to break
through the glass
I try to calm down
as the muse rises and shouts…
“Don’t
—even bother to ask”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Alone In The Twilight
Are those thoughts you put in
what I once valued more
Or would what I put out
be the end winning score
Did I need your ears
for my voice to become whole
Or would I rather them deafened
words deep in my soul
In my twenties your opinion
carried some weight
In my thirties I listened
but asked you to wait
In my forties I turned
and walked slowly away
Now alone in the twilight
—to carry the day
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Saint Joan
All males undone
by the Lady Son
The trumpets blared
her fire
An Earl first came
her wrath unchained
To Charles
her heart aspired
All kingdom come
to face Lady Son
But to hell
their souls were laid
As her legend grew
and from banners flew
The name Joan
—all hearts to pray
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Unwritten Prisoners
Like spontaneous combustion,
the words exploded
Molten lyrics erupting
from the great unknown
Their only warning…
trepidation inside the reluctant
and unsettled heart
Their solemn promise…
to free the unwritten prisoners
of confusion and doubt
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
With Her Love
Each word cutting through
ten pounds of flesh…
The Muse
—killing me with her love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Present Betrothal
Live divorced from the past,
engaged to the future
—but married to the present
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
A Metaphor Of Poetics (+1)
Living vicarious…
the most important attribute
of an effective Poet
Never consumed by your
subject
—consuming it in verse
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
‘Dedicated To Emily’
As You Fly
I asked you to remain my student
But you wanted to teach
The balance between us changing
Our past out of reach
I gave what I could to your memory
And you borrowed the rest
Repayment to be due on arrival
—as you fly from the nest
(Villanova Pennsylvania- January, 2019)
Lamenting The Past
Time not only seems to be speeding up…
it actually is
Perception trumping reality looking forward,
not looking back
Undercooked moments blow into the future,
their aroma unsettling
As tomorrow disowns today
—lamenting the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
Our Essence To Bear
What if the Universe has always been here,
defeating the concept of time
Never beginning and never to end,
whose story you cannot define
What if the future, present, and past,
are just crutches for the weakness we share
What if the answers lie beyond logic,
inside us—our essence to bear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
