Word Massacre (+2)

Ravagers of Poesy,

 spear points of denial

Mongol hordes of fancied verse,

spewing dense and vile

Free words they herd together,

to drive toward a cliff

Trampled once they hit the ground

—by verbal hippogriffs

(Buffalo Jump-Sheridan Wyoming: July, 2019)

Reflections Of Self

If a genius chooses not to embrace his gift,

will he live to endure deeper pain

If an artist doesn’t strive to create and unfold,

will she die in a chasm of chains

If a Prophet loses faith and abandons his path,

will he wander a desert unknown

If all lovers grow distant, away from the heart,

will the world lose its hope

—so alone

(The New Room: February, 2021)

Rushing Toward Mediocrity

Let’s all just be average,

no rich and no poor

Excuses our quotient,

single digits the score

Masquerading as fairness,

our heritage veiled

In lock step we march,

voices mute—nothing hailed

(The New Room: February, 2021)