For My Linda and her Beloved Mother Rose...
Our home is destroyed
As our trees fall around us
Can we survive this?
Why do they kill us?
Do we really deserve this?
Allah’s tears now land in Mosul, on His sacred Mosque not there;
For evil infidels destroyed it, now leveled beyond repair!
The poet gazes.
Mirror reflects an unknown.
He is a poet!
Could Have Been
Should Have Been
Would Have Been
And Thank GOD For That
Could Have Left...
On a Sunday morning we brought you home, so our Nico could have a brother;
You’d never left her side before, your’s and his doggie...
The dust on the shelves is nothing compared to the dust on the silence of your words.
Open your heart's door
Feather our nest of love
A forest clearing
Love is what we need
Happiness is a good thing
Catch the wind and fly
Snow blankets on top
Snake in grass is worthy too
Flags drift from the East
Void of all purpose
Darkness looms overhead when
Suddenly glee bursts!
In mid October of nineteen sixty nine, I flew to Chicago for the day;
To visit their very fine museum, that had rare Rembrandt's on...
My heart Reaches for your love and your love only,
If only you can just capture me in your arms to enjoy one moment, If only you could just speak...
My dearest friend from Ireland, Poet Laureate Jason Brown;
Has been dealing with a minor setback, his spirits have been down!
The Good Shepherd bestows upon her, his love and heartfelt kiss;
The times when she has to leave him, he dearly does her miss!