Captive Of Love (+8)

What the heart holds captive

 —the mind will never free

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

Nightmare Awoken

 

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The mask or the screen,

What’s never to know

What’s never to see

 

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Your name to mislead,

One more cryptic posting

That always deceives

 

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Both petty and preened,

The bees in your bonnet

No stinger foreseen

 

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You know what I mean,

With feelings all borrowed

And vistas unseen

 

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The sourest cream,

No reason to wish

All hope dressed in green

 

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Your anger unweaned,

My answer then sharp

My rapier free

 

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Not to sleep or to dream,

Your nightmare awoken

In daylight you scream

 

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One curse washes clean,

Your blessings defaced

  —no chance to redeem

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Your Swinging Door

 

I answered with love,

you questioned

with anger and pain

 

I held you close,

but your eyes

failed me again

 

I told you truly,

as my wishes

dropped to the floor

 

Your smile my captor,

my heart

  —your swinging door

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Love Waits...

 

Time waits…

  the handmaiden of love

 

Love waits

  —only upon itself

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

The Wings Of An Angel

 

God is a Poet,

 his blessings in rhyme

 

Salvation unmetered,

  inspiration divine

 

His voice calls us inward,

  temptation now gone

 

Where the wings of an Angel

  —carry words into song

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

Zero Funds

 

Just a broken poet,

  at an A.T.M.

 

His stomach cries out,

  words hunger within

 

The nights are the longest,

  cold darkens and chills

 

Fresh words on account,

  new credit distills

 

Pushing buttons while bent,

  with hope standing tall

 

An answer comes back,

  ‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

A Devil's Hell

 

To be judged by fools

 —where Devils go to burn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

An Irish Poet

 

Irish by choice,

  the teachers did fail

 

Attacking my voice,

  as a group to assail

 

The structures they hammered,

  the forms they imposed

 

All lost to my whimsy

  —whose words I then chose

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

 

No Words Left

 

Where are the voices crying out

  from the din

 

Where is the blood you spilled

  from within

 

Where is that Siren who once

  called your name

 

Where is the fortune promised

  by fame

 

Where is the promise you made

  to yourself

 

Where is that demon unseen but

  still felt

 

Where is the beacon to lighten

   your ink

 

Where is the harbor this side of

  the brink

 

Where is the feeling,

  hearts lost in the fall

 

Where is the meaning

  —no words left to call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

 

 

No Truce

 

I don’t make excuses,

  and won’t pretend

 

But I do attack,

  and will defend

 

If your argument's weak,

  with reasons thin

 

No mercy shown

  —or truce to win

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)