The most precious gift a Poet gets
—true knowledge of himself
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)
All Meaning Contained
The world is my mentor,
eternity my judge
Each choice confirmation,
the future ungloved
Time no longer master,
to deceive or profane
All life in this moment
—its meaning contained
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
To Herself Alone
The enigma of a woman veiled
in what you’ll never know
Despite those things she gives to you,
her secrets bide unshown
Your eyes may taste and hands might touch,
but to herself alone
Her power worn as though a crown
—her mystery, her throne
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)
What Conscience Is To Shame
Joplin was to Southern Comfort,
what Hendrix was to smack
Morrison was to masquerade,
what Dylan never lacks
Woodstock was to 69,’
what music was to rhyme
Saigon was to those who stayed,
what Auschwitz now reminds
Kennedy was to hopes and dreams,
what nightmares were to some
Castro was to leftist thugs,
what cymbals are to drums
Kissinger was to Nixon
an Appian Way to roam
Dr. King to civil rights,
what kings are to their thrones
Walter Cronkite was to news,
what context was to fact
Altar boys were to their Priests,
what pretzels are to snacks
58,000 were to die,
what a wall was to proclaim
58,000 were to all
—what conscience is to shame
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)