Interesting Lasts (+8)

More than being good or bad….

 be of interest

 

Good and bad vanish with the prevailing wind

 —but interest lasts

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)

 

 

The Devil's Teapot

 

The Devil’s Teapot

—a witches brew

 

Remembrance poured

  in sorrows true

 

The Devil’s Teapot

  bone china cracked

 

New leaks a bane

  in virtue lacks

 

The Devil’s Teapot

  it fills once more

 

With pain now forked

  to stir rancor

 

The Devil’s Teapot

  whose lid seals tight

 

To curse and scald

  —this endless night

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

To Wit, The Editor

 

To wit, the editor

  the murderer’s axe

 

To slay the innocent

  with sharp attack

 

To wit, the editor

  last drop of blood

 

Now drained and syphoned

  —in victimhood

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 

Until Daylight's Retreat

 

Having fun with the words,

  the party lasted till dawn

 

The sun now a blanket

  covered verses to warm

 

Having fun with the words

  all new phrases to sleep

 

Resting inside my heart

 —until daylight’s retreat

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)  

 

 

The Present Instilled

 

Writing for tomorrow,

  today is enhanced

 

Writing for tomorrow,

  my mind and heart dance

 

Writing for tomorrow,

  my place is affirmed

 

Writing for tomorrow,

  my name is confirmed

 

Writing for tomorrow

  the future reeled in

 

Writing for tomorrow

  new moments begin

 

Writing for tomorrow

  old crucibles filled

 

Writing for tomorrow

 —the present instilled

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

Loud And Wild

 

The power of the written word

  the spoken word supreme

 

Ink to then commission

  what only breath can glean

 

Soldiers line up back to back

  letters ranked and filed

 

The command to march just given once

  —its war chant loud and wild

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

 Too Close / Too Far

 

Too close to the flame…

   too far from the light

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

 

 

Our Fated Selves

 

Folding in to convention

Sealed in creases of acceptance

Maligned and misled

By the false promises

Of a stolen heart

We chase the white whale

Of validation

Into waters of denial…

  “Fury—the rallying cry

   of our vengeful spirit

   Hate—the jilted lover

   of our fated selves”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)  

 

 

The Hangman's Noose

 

As time unweaves,

 its mask deceives

  —to hide a bigger truth

 

The past and future

 threaded strands

  —to braid the hangman’s noose

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2018)