Poets
don’t create
a thing
But
recreate
what is
Ordering
their
size and shape
In lines
bespoken
his
Poets
take what life
gives out
Then
changing
mass and form
In words
not used
their way before
With
feelings
— newly born
(Villanova University: November, 2025)
Prison Of Time
She wrote into my dreams
the first line of a nightmare
And I can no longer sleep
in fear of the next line
She ran away with all hope
that one line to haunt me
Each new second an hour
— in this prison called time
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
New Words
It’s two hours before dawn
and I’ve slept through the night
The rarest occurrence
her footsteps come light
She let me sleep soundly
and she let me dream free
Before entering my bedroom
and calling to me
“Kurt, it’s Laura, she whispered
as she got into bed
Are you happy in the solitude
alone in your head
“Your spirit’s been truant
but its voice I recalled
Wake up from your sleep
follow me down the hall
“I’ve something to show you
so rub out your eyes
And see what you looked like
as a boy about five”
She led me straight down
to the end of the hall
The door was half open
and my voice I heard call
“Aunt Laura, my crayons
have broken again
Aunt Laura, I need
some new words to begin
“The ones that you left me
I now know by heart
And to Mother and Father
I recited each part”
The boy smiled at her
and she smiled back at him
Before walking me back down
to my room deep within
“I’ve always been with you
and love you My Dear
As your Muse I’ve been charged
with your care all these years
“You were young when I met you
and took you by hand
Then to never abandon
your voice as a man
“Your days may come easy
and your days may come hard
But each night I’ll return
— with new words from afar”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
Harlem To Cannes
Those living in Harlem
want to move to Midtown
The people in Midtown
to the Upper West Side
The Upper West Side
to the Long Island Shore
The Long Island Shore
to Aspen or Vail
Aspen or Vail
to the Champs Elysees
The Champs Elysees
to the beaches in Cannes
People will search for where
life can begin
A place that remains distant
and far out of reach
An excuse to look outward
and not in themselves
Theirs souls left in turmoil
— their hearts not at rest
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)