Let the thoughts simmer,
let the words breathe
Phrases gone fallow,
passions reprieve
Leave the ink arid,
keep the page clear
Treasure the silence
—that only you hear
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
The Vilest Of Lies
Political correctness…
the new dirty word
Meaning perverted,
excuses now heard
It masks and it covers,
what it most tries to hide
As it preys and then smothers
—with the vilest of lies
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
Forever To Be
Like an arrow shot free of its bow,
thoughts become sighted and free
Whose words when laid down on the page
—their meaning forever to be
(University City Philadelphia: May, 2019)
How Much Joy
Having everything you need,
how much richer could you get
Feeling everything God given,
how much luckier even yet
Knowing everything presented,
how much smarter might you be
Your life shared with then another
—how much joy could you foresee
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
From ‘The Book Of Prayers’
Sleep Well My Love—Goodbye
At the far end of the casket,
his girlfriend hugged his wife
And told her she was sorry,
that she had tried to steal her life
Their tears then ran in unison,
for a man who loved them both
The years they shared now testament,
to a choice he left unspoke
They never met before this day,
and would never meet again
But each knew well the other,
and they almost felt like friends
The mistress left, the children wept,
and the grandchildren played outside
As his wife looked down, saying: “Your hell has passed,
sleep well my love—goodbye”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)