Community college intellect,
Ivy League soul
Questions lie subservient
—feelings in control
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Last Goodbye
Who can measure the
speed of fear
Who can filter the strain
of lies
Who can weigh a lost ounce
of love
Who can package
—a last goodbye
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
That Horse
Every scepter, every throne,
reverts again anew
The god’s, their will divided,
in Iliads of truth
All wars of good intention,
paved avenues to hell
Honor shamed by Zeus renamed
—that horse where judgment dwells
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The Dilettante
To no one in particular,
but everyone out loud
What you portend as Poetry,
should never make you proud
The words are so revealing,
of what’s not inside your head
Your heart lies soundly sleeping,
there forever in your bed
The words you do disservice,
as the rhyme you then defame
The couplets maimed and slaughtered,
with free verse then just the same
With your voice not flat or tinny,
maybe you should try to sing
Because verse as you now write it
—is a bee that cannot sting
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
The Only Shame
Man’s inhumanity to man,
knows no country, religion, or race
Man’s inhumanity to man,
the only shame time cannot erase
Man’s inhumanity to man,
as constant as the spring driven rain
Man’s inhumanity to man
—rising over and over again
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)