At eighteen,
I was ninety percent body
and ten percent mind
…but over the years that trend has reversed
Now,
I’m ten percent body
and ninety percent mind
…whose biology Father Time chose to curse
My mind
is now winged
like a high soaring hawk
…with youth the small price for what’s known
All limits
have lifted
old burdens have gone
…as my spirit pulls hard to let go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Keeping Freedom Alive
It’s a comedy of errors…
the clowns and actors inside
When for two millennia,
they served to amuse and abide
The patriots and righteous
once made all the laws
But now the Halls of Congress
by their presence are flawed
Through political correctness,
the blind pretend that they see
With our future in peril,
they laugh at our pleas
A carnival sideshow
they make of the truth
As the press and the movies
back up what’s uncouth
They lie in our face
with the darkest of plans
Their excuses in concert
now leading the band
Like the rats in the cellar
and the bats in the barn
To the hills we must drive them
where they can do no more harm
And the power repositioned
among the brave and the wise
Who care first for their country
—keeping freedom alive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Time Stops At Your Door
Being more than a woman…
your vision enraptured
making me more than a man
Being more than a woman…
my thoughts solely focus
doing all that I can
Being more than a woman…
my days are too long and
our nights are too short
Being more than a woman…
my ceiling is raised
with new feelings to court
Being more than a woman…
my virility strengthened
my bravery charged
Being more than a woman…
all pettiness gone
with my choices enlarged
Being more than a woman…
your breath is on fire
your touch turns to gold
Being more than a woman…
new promises to keep
vows to never grow old
Being more than a woman…
past-future rejected
time stops at your door
Being more than a woman
our love you’ve protected
—and released ever more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Love As Wings
You can take the verses with you,
but false riches stay unrhymed
With love as wings, to heaven brings
—your gold all left behind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)