If all the holes are roundWhy did God make square pegs?If we were all meant to conformWhy are there two genders and five races? Some square pegs, to name a few…Jesus, Buddha, MohammedDaVinci, Rembrandt, PicassoColumbus, Newton, EinsteinThe Founding Fathers of AmericaBeethoven, Bach, The Beatle’s Queen Elizabeth I, Susan B, Anthony, Rosa Parks So as a…
Category: Poetry
I Never Thought To Ask
Mom and Dad, there are so many thingsI never thought to askI was busy then trying to answer who am INot wondering about the past Now I find myself in my twilight yearsWishing once again you were still hereJust to come back to the feeling of homeThat I’ve missed now for so many years Time…
The Perfect Place
the perfect placeescapeswithout a tracea moment past a moment fastfleeting as it werea gasp…and it’s gonehiding just behind the mind’s eyeallowing justa sneaky peeka peck on the cheek a reminder to dwelloccasionallyin a perfect placemomentarily Published in “The Best Poets and Poems of 2002”
Enchanted Embrace
The first time set the stageBefore I had an ageWhen the doctor placed me in my mother’s armsAnd she took my hands to count my fingers The countless times my mom and dadHeld my hand to keep me safeThe countless times I reached outFor their hand to feel safe Oh that first love, that set…
Legacy
Humans, in our conceitConcern ourselves over our lives’ legaciesIn hopes of what we leave behindMatters for prosperity’s sake I think, like all things temporaryI will fade away in timeBecome a picture on a hallway wallThat is viewed occasionally Like a song that fades from memoryOr a poem that marks a moment in timeLike the autumn…
Engulfed
Engulfed by the sense of youGasping for each new breathWhile my heart hastensTowards the unknown Engulfed by the scent of youThe essence of my euphoriaYou are the culminationOf my wildest imaginations Engulfed by the vision of youSpellbound by the spectacle of youAstonished by my prosperityYou share your life with me Engulfed by your loveThat sweet,…
The Shadow Of A Memory
Ethereal, a shadow I becomeFloating through sun and shadeA choir of pines serenades my sensesThe breeze echoing each ghostly note Every step seems an eternityNow is the perfect place to beTime reveals…the illusion it isA solitary moment engulfs this lifetime Am I a boy of sixOr a man of sixtyWho can say – certainly not…
Left Behind
What will I have left behindWhen I leave this mortal planeThat means a thing or twoTo anyone – old or new Images on photographsThat captured moments of my lifeNow found in picture framesThat earns an occasional glance Perhaps a smile on my children’s facesA word or two on yellowed pagesFriendships that are not forgottenThat can…
Or Seventy
Placed upon a dusty shelf, there to lieHidden behind the mask of ageForgotten in their steel bar cageSchemes of children fade away As we grow older day-to-dayPursuing lofty heights of money and fameWhile losing the pointOf playing the game A child’s love, so simple and pureGod’s greatest gift, a miracle cureA simple point of view…
You’re Perfect World
It could be anytime, anywhereWhen I hold your hand, I disappearInto your world, into your worldInto your perfect world of love Spinning, twirling, whirling byAll the moments of my life flying byUntil I hold your hand and time seems to stand stillIn your perfect world of love So many days, in so many waysI feel…