My Prose Will Flow (+2)

I go to the gym most every day,

my fountain pen in hand

My curls and dips move line to line,

I press as words expand

My repetition sorely felt,

more weight I need command

And through these veins my prose will flow,

—verse flexing on demand

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

One Verse

Oh, to have one thing to start the day,

a smile to greet the sun

Oh, to have toys as a child at play,

a field to chase and run

Oh, to have someone to love me true,

my faults on full display

Oh, to bow righteous before the Lord,

—with one verse left to pray

(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)

Without—Within

Traveling beyond your borders,

freedom scents the trail

Traveling beyond your borders,

destiny in the mail

Traveling beyond your borders,

   memory in the wind

Traveling beyond your borders,

—without becomes within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)