The pen and the keyboard…
their white flag of truce
Now shattered and tattered,
new words on the loose
The ink stains once mighty,
a cursor now reigns
As deep into cyberspace,
—the future proclaims
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
One Deep Thrust
To pierce todays attention span,
fewer words are best
A point honed sharp for one deep thrust,
—one is all you’ll get
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Forever Beguiled
The voice of a Poet,
the breath of a child
The curse of the Devil,
—forever beguiled
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
To Light The Spoken Air
Thoughts inflame as feelings stir
Words simmering yet to boil
Unspoken sparks drift through the night
A pyre still to burn
Delphian in its natural form
The smoke a treacherous friend
Ink rekindles and lies cremate
The mind, its woods on fire
As heat restores the human soul
All prodigals return
With hope to melt the frozen dawn,
—and free the poet’s hand
The verses stack and dry of doubt
Their ignition up to you
As dark they wait for your next breath
To light the spoken air
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)