Rejecting the parts
The whole became
Clear…
In the absence of
Separation
The remnants of
Confusion and chaos
Paving
The way
Toward the
Light…
And the man
I would again
Become
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Co-Weavers
I’m not part of
any movement
Or adhere to
any Regent
I don’t follow
any rules
That aren’t in most part
my own
I don’t
attempt to teach
Or begin
to preach
A stronger
thread
Than
what you’ve sewn
I don’t typecast
iconoclast
Or look for
acceptance
Under the cover
of my thoughts
In the darkness
of my room
I don’t criticize
bastardize
Or tear apart your
weaving
Asking only the same
from you
As you sit upon
your loom
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
The Change
The way you think
may not change
But the way you feel
about those thoughts
—certainly will
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Darkness Disowned
Since you left
—poetry has become my lover
Since you left
—long days have turned to moments
Since you left
—all memory lives organic
Since you left
—the words return unfettered
Since you left
—the sun has lost its shadow
And since you left
—all darkness now disowned
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Catherine
“We’re all human” my Grandmother
used to say
—some of us are just more human than others
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Two Warriors
The last bout of the night
two warriors would fight
with legends
now at hand
Feet and fists wrapped
their spirits attacked
and of their bodies
they would demand
Each kick got higher
as two hearts aspired
to what lay just beyond
their grasp
And as the referee sounded
over hearts that still pounded
only the best of each other
—had they asked
(Seoul Korea: August, 1976)
The Present Calls
Unstop the drain
kiss the pain
let nature run its course
Trip the wire
start the fire
new vision at its source
Time unstrung
past on the run
tomorrow lies to all
Hearts open wide
the moment flies
—past memory to recall
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Naked Before The Mob
Why is ‘Almost Good Enough’
never what you need?
Why is ‘Clearly Not Enough’
an ounce more than you deserve?
Why is ‘Almost What You Need’
the most you’ll ever have?
Why is ‘It’s Not Only That’
the only thing that’s left?
Why is ‘In Almost Every Case’
not in any case at all?
Why is ‘In Lieu Of Everything Else’
the thing sure to be missed?
Why is ‘In Actuality’
in real terms actually not?
Why is ‘To Be Perfectly Honest With You’
the biggest lie you tell?
Why is the serious ‘Last Ditch Effort’
the one you continue to try?
Why is the ‘Absolute Final Time’
the one you repeat again?
Why is ‘Really’ not real at all
and spoken then in vain?
Why is ‘Probably’ not possible
or even close to that?
Why is the phrase ‘The Bottom Line’
the top of your agenda?
Why is the trusted ‘Old College Try’
strictly out of school?
Why is ‘Painstakingly Difficult’
the easiest thing you do?
Why is ‘No Sweat—The Deal Is Done’
so much harder than before?
Why is ‘Let’s Start At The Beginning’
the end of the debate?
Why is ‘The Last Word On The Matter’
the beginning of what comes next?
Why is ‘So What’ a euphemism
for the most important thing you do?
Why is ‘It Is What It Is’
categorically not, and never meant to be?
Why is ‘The Bull In The China Shop’
ceramic and for sale?
Why is the celebratory ‘Victory Lap’
the one taken in disgust?
Why is the magical ‘Three Point Shot’
four points more than its worth?
Why is the special ‘Love You Lost’
the only one you’ve never found?
Why is the figurative ‘Bird In Hand’
the one that flies away?
Why is ‘Bantering Back And Forth’
the silence you extol?
When will your words wrap like copper wire
to conduct the truth unrobbed
When will you cease to pander and mislead
—naked before the mob
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Morning In Doubt
Riding into the moment
with pen ablaze
past-future on the hunt
Fear taking a seat
across the fire
begging for what it wants
A bugle blows
the sun retreats
twin enemies approach
Upon whose sleeves
my heart is laid
—in doubt the morning cloaked
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
A Waterfall Unheard
I cast my dreams
into the current’s wake
—on the river of no return
And rode a wish
down the running stream
—toward a waterfall unheard
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
