Not Fully Shorn (+7)

Posting before the verse is done,

the baby not quite born

 

Feelings chase the words I write

—the sheep not fully shorn

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

The Present

 

Living within our given time,

happiness

—a present state of mind

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

Still They Call

 

Some poems are true monuments,

some lower to the ground

 

Some verse is loaded, stacked, and piled,

some stored away till found

 

A phrasing here, a meaning there,

now where to put it all

 

As voices cry within the womb

—unborn, but still they call

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

From Year To Year

 

To catch you in my rhythm,

ensnare you in my rhyme

 

To make the meter come alive,

and pull you out of time

 

With lines that end so sweetly,

words pleasant to your ear

 

For you to carry past today

—and sing from year to year

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Forever To Deceive

 

Step out from behind your ego,

see what others see

 

An imperfect vacuum caught in time,

a drum with empty beat

 

The mirror lies habitual,

to pose as your best friend

 

A single letter does conspire,

whose “I,” your will portends

 

That monetary wardrobe,

gold patches on your sleeves

 

To hide the truth you’ve left unsaid

—forever to deceive

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

The Prose Waits

 

If you finally struck gold

And were digging out the mine

Would you leave it for a month

And come back to what you’d find

 

That’s the way I feel each day

Being blessed to write verse

The prose insanely waiting

—for my voice to reverse

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017) 

 

 

Our Gateway

 

There just below the surface,

more present than you know

 

A prophetic Jeremiah,

calls out to us to know

 

His message serves as warning,

“False idols block the light”

 

Our gateway through the darkness

—his vision gifting sight

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

Nothing But Pretend

 

Driven by my message,

settled by the score

 

Riveting exposure,

fastening secure

 

Burning through my memory,

reminding once again

 

The past and future just a myth

—nothing but pretend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

 

 

 

Within Her Breath

 

The Muse more than my mistress,

the Muse more than my friend

 

The Muse more than a guardian,

the Muse my blood within

 

She no longer comes to visit,

she only comes to stay

 

Each wish I make, each word I write

—within her breath I pray

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)