Treasure The Silence (+4)

Let the thoughts simmer,

  let the words breathe

Phrases gone fallow,

  passions reprieve

Leave the ink arid,

  keep the page clear

Treasure the silence

  —that only you hear

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

The Vilest Of Lies

Political correctness…

  the new dirty word

Meaning perverted,

  excuses now heard

It masks and it covers,

  what it most tries to hide

As it preys and then smothers

  —with the vilest of lies

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

Forever To Be

Like an arrow shot free of its bow,

  thoughts become sighted and free

Whose words when laid down on the page

  —their meaning forever to be

(University City Philadelphia: May, 2019)

How Much Joy

Having everything you need,

  how much richer could you get

Feeling everything God given,

  how much luckier even yet

Knowing everything presented,

  how much smarter might you be

Your life shared with then another

  —how much joy could you foresee

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)

       From ‘The Book Of Prayers’

Sleep Well My Love—Goodbye

At the far end of the casket,

 his girlfriend hugged his wife

And told her she was sorry,

 that she had tried to steal her life

Their tears then ran in unison,

 for a man who loved them both

The years they shared now testament,

 to a choice he left unspoke

They never met before this day,

 and would never meet again

But each knew well the other,

 and they almost felt like friends

The mistress left, the children wept,

 and the grandchildren played outside

As his wife looked down, saying: “Your hell has passed,

 sleep well my love—goodbye”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)