How many sons
have we lost
How many demons
have we found
How many graves
must we dig
To make the ‘Fatherland’
proud
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
What\'s Now In Front
Is it Aerosmith or The Eagles for you,
Republican or Democrat to vote
Is it Chinese takeout or Italian bistro,
or the prose or poetry you wrote
Is it bland or spicy, thick or thin,
as you struggle yet confused
Is it yes or nor, or God forbid maybe,
what’s to gain and what’s to lose
Is it briefs or boxers, or none at all,
is it Winter over Spring
Is it rock and roll, or blues or jazz,
does it have to be one thing
Is it dogs or cats, or beer or wine,
is the difference felt inside
When you choose just one, to eliminate,
what your vanity tries to hide
Throw out the rules, pull off the mask,
to your inner self be true
Force not yourself to choose between
—but what’s now in front of you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Beyond His View
Writing about life…
he was powerless over death,
life was what he was good at
Death, a combination
of all he would never understand
and all he would never accept
It was a major failing,
never to bring closure or a period
to the end of his sentence
Along a road predestined,
mirrored by the face of denial,
redemption unreflected—beyond his view
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Death\'s Quota
The flowers all have scattered,
borrowed feelings cry out loud
Mock funeral of celebration,
grief false beneath their shrouds
The mourning congregation,
to the tavern marched in step
A ruse to the departed,
with each toast his memory wept
His friends then hugged his enemies,
his wife and girlfriend kissed
Through the glass a raven watches,
taking names without a miss
A ‘last call’ shouted boldly,
and all glasses drained of lies
As two wings beat out a roll call
—death’s quota flying high
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Literary Genetics
The DNA of language
is Poetry
The DNA of Poetry
—is love
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
A Melody Of Sages
Prose and Poetry
came together
In a marriage of
infusion
—each wanting from the other
what they could not bring
—each vowing to the other
words they longed to sing
Birthing a new music
of epic proportion
In an infant now timeless
beyond simple refrain
—with a message for the ages
wrapped in lyrical rhyme
—in a melody of sages
defying space and time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Wasted Dreams
Delay success for as long
As you can…
Living up to an image
Will only cloud your judgment
Stealing what you can least
Afford to lose
Dragging you into the illusion
And myth
That could take a lifetime
To rail against
Dragging you into the
Vicarious trap
Of praise falsely given
—and wasted dreams
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
A Wish Still On Loan
Making love to remembrance,
I see her walk past
Blonde, eighteen and tan,
and this decade my last
A memory comes back,
as new feelings release
Of a field in September,
when our hearts were at peace
And I think of you fondly,
as I watch her pass by
I hold the thought warmly,
as she looks in my eyes
With my head now to follow,
she turns to my left
My joint pain endemic,
my passion still deft
But this memory won’t leave me,
as that summer you did
These new thoughts my own,
where you took ours and hid
And as she steps through the doorway,
a fantasy unknown
I make love to her memory
—with a wish still on loan
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
A Voice Heaven Sent
Never writing for the masses,
just writing for you
One lone set of ears,
to share life anew
Never writing for consensus,
my words not for rent
To call through the ages
—with a voice heaven sent
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Only One
There are many futures
—but only one past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Your Souls Release
Can a phrase rule
over a paragraph
Can the right word
stand alone
Can a thought be held
within one breath
Can the truth in short
be known
Can you single out
the future
Can you paraphrase
the past
Can you release the hope
inside a wish
Can you make this moment
last
Can you keep the magic,
the spell unbound
Can Apollo set you
free
Can you say it while
defying time
Can you voice your souls
release
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
THIS ENDS BOOK (AN ANTHOLOGY OF PERCEPTION) #3
Introductory Poem to my new book...
(An Anthology Of Perception Vol. 3)
“I write the first draft
and paint the second
“But the third
—I get to sing”
(Villanova Pennsylvania 2016)