Each new Poem a gift
as yet unwrapped
Its secrets lay hidden,
its flow untapped
Waiting for the author
to feel the pain
To seal the memory
—to wear the stain
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Hearts To Fill
Love yourself first
before someone else will
Feelings vested, spirit rhymed
attraction distilled
Love yourself first
before someone else will
Your beauty self-reflected
—another’s heart to fill
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
Is It Something More?
Is there a difference between
judgment and observation
Is there a difference between
opinion and introspection
Is there a difference between
atonement and damnation
Is the difference only in the words
—or is it something more
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
The Future Ablaze
The older I get…
the more exclusive I become
with distant mountains to climb
The older I get…
the shorter the moods swing
and the longer I can laugh out loud
The older I get…
the more vivid the memory
of what we almost became
The older I get…
with feelings that burn, the future ablaze
—the older I get
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Not Free To Go
Too old to be your Brother,
too young to be your Dad
These private moments that we share
our limbo iron clad
You wrap your eyes around me,
I’m spellbound in your gaze
The years between us melt away
and drift off in the haze
Too old to be your lover
yet young with thoughts aglow
Your breath like silk, your touch on fire
—my heart not free to go
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)
The Raptor\'s Eye
The world pushes left
the world pushes right
The middle ground deadly
a trappers delight
Pigeons take refuge
as hawks rule the skies
Hunting all charlatans
—truth in their eyes
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)