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)