Long Villanova Poems
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If we were young men,
if we were strong
If we had fresh words,
to add to our song
If we were soldiers,
with war in our veins
If we were poets,
our voices reclaimed
If we were lovers,
of women that cried
If we went wandering,
our hearts reapplied
If we were statesmen,
the world in our grasp
If we were sailors,
the wind at our backs
If we were farmers,
with meadows so green
If we were actors,
on stages supreme
If we were hunters
new wolf on the prowl
If we were dreamers
all wishes allowed
If we were young men,
still facing the sun
But alas, we are old
—and darkness has come
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)
After Midnight
The narcissists fall
After Midnight
A new lyric calls
After Midnight
Last bugle to blow
After Midnight
There’s more left to know
After Midnight
The lizards collect
After Midnight
Old tales to reflect
After Midnight
The ticking will stop
After Midnight
The bottom will top
After Midnight
A cancerous tome
After Midnight
Malignancy known
After Midnight
Betray and deceive
After Midnight
Alone in the siege
After Midnight
All footsteps fall deaf
After Midnight
Lost palates are cleft
After Midnight
New story to front
After Midnight
Two stars for the dunce
After Midnight
The comets rebel
After Midnight
The coroners yell
After Midnight
A suit made of steel
After Midnight
Its melting reveals
After Midnight
That voice in the back
After Midnight
There’s no turning back
After Midnight
A sacred oath sworn
After Midnight
All memory forlorn
After Midnight
The wheels bend and churn
After Midnight
Lost vision returns
After Midnight
False birth is stillborn
After Midnight
Old vestments are torn
After Midnight
The here and the now
After Midnight
That one sacred cow
After Midnight
Past-Future unseen
After Midnight
—creation redeemed
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Do you live your whole life
in a half empty space
Do you swear up and down
your excuses defaced
Do you sing in a choir
where the music has died
Do you brand all as liars
as your tongue remains tied
Do you rob from the master
just to steal from the slave
Do you hide in a mansion
built on top of your grave
Do you look for direction
trails barren and thin
Does your soul beg correction
torn away from within
Do you begin every sentence
tracing back to the past
Do you waste precious moments
—writing checks you can’t cash
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2016)
Laid solid with words
the writers stone
A fortress was columned
my only real home
The poetry was safe there
it stammered and tried
As my feelings unbridled
from the outsiders lies
Each year added layers
to this home of the verse
My thoughts never silenced
or my feelings there terse
All that’s needed to go there
…unfettered belief
All that’s needed to know
is that time is the thief
My vision unshaken
from this chair with two wheels
The advice from the experts
“to wither and yield”
But my place more than sacred
an invincible throne
Independent of body
times seed to unsow
And the moment before
I take my last breath
I will enter forever
where before I had left
The trumpets will sound
as immortality calls
To that space then my refuge
the sum of it all
As the memories unreason
the facts storm again
But the tents of my solitude
keep out their wind
For generations that follow
and their children that ask
This place I now dwell in
for all hard and fast
Just believe in its message
and its fortune to change
Just believe in transcendence
with all things the same
Until the day that that final
trumpet may blow
And all that you’ve loved
is all there’s to know
Your message then solid
as the door opens wide
And those moments you’ve gifted
to the heavens arrive
And the joy that you feel
thinking back on it all
From that place deep inside
—where first destiny called
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
When the world becomes heavy,
take it inside
When the waves breach the levee,
take it inside
When she just won’t stop asking,
take it inside
When a friend is unmasking,
take it inside
When the children have gone,
take it inside
When the bad guys have won,
take it inside
When the armies advance,
take it inside
When you haven’t a chance,
take it inside
When night lays unclaimed,
take it inside
When excuses are blamed,
take it inside
When the money’s all spent,
take it inside
When your emotion’s been lent,
take it inside
When the mime begins talking,
take it inside
When the end comes back knocking,
take it inside
When the music plays hollow,
take it inside
When the Angels build lean-to’s,
take it inside
When the berries have been picked,
take it inside
When the Pope throws a fit,
take it inside
When the words just won’t come,
take it inside
When the choice zero-sum,
take it inside
“Inside there’s a fortress,
with ramparts of light
“One choice beyond choosing,
—one vision beyond sight”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
If consciousness were to exist
beyond the self
What opinions
might it change
Can something exist outside
its space
Can something be something
it’s not
Is time the new slave
to the master it birthed
Can the end
be started again
Can the future or past
exist on their own
Can the present
be something that’s both
Can you believe what the facts
will disprove or disclaim
With reflection beyond logic
and guilt
Can you teach what you’ve learned
in spite of yourself
Can your silence
—tame the mountainous roar
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2016)
I was twenty,
and you were nineteen
that day along the mall
When I heard a guitar
from deep inside
that round auditorium hall
Up on stage with legends
Son House, Muddy,
Johnny Winter too
A red haired, freckle faced,
blue eyed girl
commenced to sing the blues
You started with an apology
saying you were outclassed
and over matched
But once that voice
left your heart and flew
….in nothing did you lack
I followed you out
that afternoon
in the late State College Fall
And after fifty years of looking back
every moment
I recall
I walked you to the bus
as you said:
“We’re in Harrisburg tonight
“Why don’t you come,
it might be fun
from there I catch a flight”
The bus was full,
my eyes looked south
as I hitchhiked down #322
Fate unexplained
life forever changed
—that special gift from you
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)
Our lives were of this moment…
the wave made sure of that
Winter nineteen sixty-nine
Waimea’s fury spat
Thirty feet and building
the giants all had come
Their lips four stories high above
too late to cut and run
The paddle out a nightmare
the ride a waiting terror
The drop in looming zero-sum
the wall the devils mirror
We made it down and set our fins
to climb the face again
Our ears were deaf, eyes frozen wide
once more to climb the mountain
On top we leaned and split the crest
last turn to surf the violence
The beach in sight, through foams delight
—death wading through the silence
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
‘Memories Of Waimea’
You might not like it
you may not agree
But religion’s the problem
the real enemy
A blind ideology
that kills to maintain
A false image of God
to blaspheme and profane
The Koran—the Crusades
the excuses—the lies
Fanatical visions
the death they imply
The future will judge
what the present impales
The shame and the heartbreak
humanity failed
As ill-fated dogma
kills the innocent child
The real God enrages
his judgment on file
So spew out your maxims
and dig in your heels
As millions will die
for what you think you feel
The universe watches
eternity waits
For this plague to be over
—this damned human race
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
It’s a comedy of errors…
the clowns and actors inside
When for two millennia,
they served to amuse and abide
The patriots and righteous
once made all the laws
But now the Halls of Congress
by their presence are flawed
Through political correctness,
the blind pretend that they see
With our future in peril,
they laugh at our pleas
A carnival sideshow
they make of the truth
As the press and the movies
back up what’s uncouth
They lie in our face
with the darkest of plans
Their excuses in concert
now leading the band
Like the rats in the cellar
and the bats in the barn
To the hills we must drive them
where they can do no more harm
And the power repositioned
among the brave and the wise
Who care first for their country
—keeping freedom alive
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2018)