Best Villanova Poems


Waiting To Exhale

What I knew before birth
  I will know after death

This slight pause called life
  —where the soul takes a breath

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2018)

The Fruit Without the Tree

Empowering the indolent,
  the fox is now inside

The vermin on the loose,
 the truth now plagued by lies

The takers stalk the givers,
 those on the dole now scream

“We want what you have worked for,
 —the fruit without the tree”

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

A Wish Unfulfilled

I came to your hospice,
  I came here to die

I came for my family
  a final goodbye

I broke that one promise,
  I most wanted to keep

Alone on my mountain,
  no mourners to weep

The doctors and nurses,
  they prod and they poke

Their intentions most noble,
  my spirit on dope

In the night, strangers faces
  call out my name

And act like they know me
  new pawn in the game

If I had that one wish
  still left unfulfilled

I would walk to the rim
  of the Canyon so still

At dawn I would jump
  with both arms open wide

Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
 —for a wonderful ride

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)


The Wings of An Angel

God is a poet,
 his blessings in rhyme

Salvation unmetered,
  inspiration divine

His voice calls us inward,
  temptation now gone

Where the wings of an Angel,
  carry words into song

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

If-Then

If Art …
 is our connection to the senses

Then Poetry … 
  is our connection to the soul

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Seasons Uncouple

There’s comfort in knowing,
things come and they go

As the wind brings a newness,
whether lilac or snow

There’s joy in all laughter,
given freely and new

And music in the words,
chosen only by you

There’s a time to be born,
and a time then to die

An ending beginning,
a final stop on your ride

What was right at the start,
truer still at the end

And that angel before you,
now the angel within

With deaths only offer,
…one last memory to choose

As the seasons uncouple,
—and your world again new

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)


Last Orphan of the Truth

In the middle—the center,
  a bullseye did hide

Its heart bleeding red,
  to target the lies

It cried out for justice,
  it cried out in pain

Until an arrow struck deeply,
  truth firmly ingrained

Its point forced its power,
 its shaft driving home

A message of hope,
 into falsehood atoned
  
And deep in your memory,
  a last orphan screams

Renamed in the vengeance,
—rebirthed in this dream

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

Captive of Love

What the heart holds captive,
—the mind will never free

(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)

The Ivory Tower

Atheists work on the breaker box,
  as Creationists source the power

Rewiring a changing system that’s flawed
  —their lights flicker in an ivory tower

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

The Last Mistake

Playing defense with terrorism,
  —another name for suicide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)

The Beginning of the End

I saw the end 
  in the beginning
  at the beginning 
  of the end

I wrote the final chapter
  before the preface
  with nothing left 
  to send

I walked 1000 miles
  before sitting down
  then walked 1000 miles
  again

To reach the end of
  the beginning
  the beginning of
  the end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

Eavesdropping On Myself

A memory climbed out of the dark,
  as I listened to the words of a new love song

Taking me back to where feelings were strong,
  beyond the flashbacks of a long frozen dream

Remembering again, a last ember still burns,
  and its light rewarms my heart

Where hidden deep in its shadows I see your face
  —as the past is born again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2017)

Shattered Mirrors

Trapped by a promise
 exitway
closed

Memories held captive
hope
long deposed

Dreams
shattered mirrors
shards that implode

Sentenced to wander
despondent
I go


(Villanova University: August, 2022)

The Price

Is blood,
  the price of art

Is death,
  the price of truth

A rose,
  its thorn uncovered

And love,
 —the price of youth

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Jester

A Prince of Life,
A Prince of Death,
two courts for him to flee

One horse disappears under a
ransomed moon,
a drawbridge now unseen

Eyes close tight
and turn within,
all royalty disowned

As the King calls once
and the Queen calls twice
—the Jester on the throne

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)

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