A million Thoughts, in a Trillienth Secont,
Mind Wanders, Brain Ponders, Imagination Yonders
To a never ending Thought Process!

Open your hearts
The Hudson River curtain is your endured soul
Voices a wait and behold
I visited a Poet’s Paradise
One thinks, and could be more than twice
Words alone but nothing but inspiration adding to the spice
I am your guide
Our journey is Governors Island, a place where Poets voices will preside
It’s dramatics and beyond breathing expectations will be the stride
It was the New York City Poetry Festival
Several voices being their own words
I will give you a sample of what I heard
My life seemed endless
Having no meaning I thought
Perhaps beyond my own intellect
But was I losing my mind above all
There was a message being the call
Be who you are and nobody else
I am that image and it surrounds self
Strive while you have time to be alive
Moments can be short
Yes negative things you must abort
Yet life has its wonders
Sometimes a wake up yond into Yonders
But its what one contributes to make life more meaningful
The ability to create
However, a time not being too late
I know I have fulfilled when I am invited in through the Heaven’s Gates
Well that was my own personal poem insertion that I just wanted to illustrate.

at times a teacher who waits and wanders
   now just a dad who prays and ponders
          loneliness yearns and yonders
                   wishing, fishing
                    for philofonder.

A tug from beneath the murky waters
Dare he succumb to his dreaded mortars - for again
They pound him – not
SUCH lovely respite amongst jaded yonders
IN MAGNIFICENT stance the ol’ man flounders
DELIGHT knows no bounds abound the flairs
‘TIS LIFE of light ‘round Heaven’s stairs,
Oh if willingly ‘tis be gone
But make no haste, our ages yawn
Cower amidst the dark, must May
For no dandelion turnst the grey skies gay
With wit and will no tides can turn,
Oh must thy heart heavenward yearn, - but
NOW starry dews tinker the vastness
ONCE vermillion glow’d farewell dimmed
GOLDEN pondered the mightiest minds
NOR ROYAL wave controlled such SPLENDOUR
Brimming with mirth split equal fair,
Thine goblet jewel-stud in empty glamour
Deep buried within the earthen cries
His heart pounds to the demon’s tries.

What ‘tis ink that makes a shell of a man?
What power hath it for no wit can quell?

On yesterday’s ships long gone, a memory,
Denounces his sincerity
If only he’d –
Run
If only his breath –
Away.

07.02.2020