Show me a man without a dream
—and I’ll show you no man at all
(Train To New Hampshire: July, 2016)
Silence
Keep your words close
—but the silence closer
(Grantham New Hampshire: July, 2016)
The \'Cafe\'
A chat room for dilettantes
—singing to the choir
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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 Duke\'s Wisdom
All of life happens
—between the crest and the trough
(Molokai Hawaii: February, 1989)
‘Tribute To Duke Kahanamoku’
Ancient Sins
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)
Words You Will Find
With the years not yet lived
to determine what’s right
You fake it with documents
that block out the light
With experience weak,
and its lessons still thin
Your words only scold
venting anger within
What you want is in sight
though beyond your best reach
And the trophy you hunt
lost in dreams where you weep
But your tears leave a trail
and your anger a sign
For the truth to reach out
—and whose words you will find
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Rapture In Flight
I’m a two-winged poet
not just single-wing
And would never clip one
to fly into this wind
As one wing goes up
the other comes down
Until both work together
when flying most proud
A zero-sum landing
with talons not right
Only shortens the glide path
—and ruins the flight
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Too Many Cooks
To let other Poets into your kitchen
—a true recipe for disaster
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
The Choking Of Angels
Night erupts…
The maddening glow
Of a closing minute
Of a final hour
Shines pale
Against the frozen concrete
As the drumbeat starts
And the chanting starts
My last broken link
Forever lost
Forever lost
Salvation,
The calling card
Of a new
Abyss
My breath turning
Inward
Where the heat rises
And the voices expand
With the choking of Angels
And the plucking of wings
New grace into the fire
The blessing of those
Becoming
A curse to his rage
The fire of isolation
Burning sweet
Into my memory
Murderous thoughts
Killing innocent feelings
All orphaned intent
Lost in dark wandering
Time no longer master
Unto itself
—as night erupts
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
First Cut
Do you change the meaning
in favor of form
Do you add a new comma
because it’s the norm
Do you shorten the sentence
because it’s advised
Do you scour the pages
re-dotting your I’s
Do you read and reread
again to address
What sure of at first
and now want to correct
A wise man once said
and it’s truer today
“The First Cut Is The Deepest”
—leave your words as they lay
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)