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secured in beauty …
carved high in a tree
spread and offer cover
of your history
comes and bares the promise
Spring will shade anew
in the bark awaiting
— progeny to view

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
Real poets don’t make lasting friends
they shun fraternity
Their truth like gritty sandpaper
abrasive when intoned  
The reader may be gratified
with what the words uncover
More likely though the pain involved
— will cut them to the bone

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
No matter how many times
you set the world on fire
Never forget
— where you store the matches

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
One More Day

Always amazing
how well this life
goes right on without us
New images tread
where shadows have fled
old memories in the dust
Nothing left behind
but words to remind
we chased the Tiger sure
Out of the jungle
into the light
—hoping for one day more

(The New Room: February, 2024)

A Finer Point

and clear

and clear

Not many
years left

— simplify and clear

(The County Line: February, 2024)


Could — Would — Should
poetry’s triumvirate oxymoron

(The New Room: February, 2024)


Walking the wasteland
tracking the miles
rumpled old notebook
pain has compiled

Closer to yesterday
lost to today
Voices of promises
I shouldn’t have made

Trouble ahead
troubles behind
Providence follows
in only my mind

My pen almost empty
eyes nearly shut
One word to write only
— midnight has struck

(Villanova University: February, 2024)

Free Given

It matters least
that when I die
What strangers say
what ladies cry

It matters more
the ink run out
My words free given
— whose passion shouts

(Villanova University: February, 2024)
A place though small enough to write
— still big enough to dream

(State College Hotel: February, 2021)
New Keys

Will I do it justice
will I find the words

Unlocking tomorrow
— with phrases unheard

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)

Counting Inward

It’s never about
the number of words
Only the meaning
— and truth to be heard

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
The world God’s illusion
deceiving Himself
Birthing a metaphor
sleight of His hand
Time as the smokescreen
veiling the folly
Escape our salvation
—transcendent Divine

(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)
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