Best Villanova Poems
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)
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)
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)
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 Art …
is our connection to the senses
Then Poetry …
is our connection to the soul
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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)
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)
What the heart holds captive,
—the mind will never free
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
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)
Playing defense with terrorism,
—another name for suicide
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2017)
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)
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)
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)
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)
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)