Friday, May 26, 2017

LOWERY STREET STATION, a poem

It began with a French kiss
on Lowery Street Station  
kindling infatuation
that burned into love
without likely end

Dancing in Greenwich Village
the Amato Opera
strolling East River Walk
sealed the relationship
into a lifetime bond

Raising a family
with three boys and a girl
dogs, rabbits, squirrels,
fish, birds, chipmunks
life worth living

(May 26, 2017)


Tuesday, May 16, 2017

PRESIDENTIAL MEDAL of MUZZLING, a poem

Dan Heyman, how dare you shout
a question at Trump lackeys
giving the West Virginia cops
a chance to employ censorship
for an authoritarian America

Is domestic violence a pre-existing condition
the journalistic gall of you asking Secretary Price
so provocatively significant a question
as he strode in answer-avoiding silence
beside the alternative truthist Kellyanne 

Donald Trump would be in character
to create a Medal of Muzzling
with the West Virginia police
the first to be celebrated
for censoring our Dan Heyman


Sunday, May 7, 2017

AN INTERRUPTED LIFE, a poem

Little did I expect
that after eighty years
the purgatory
of the interrupted life
daily awaited me

No more novels
will freely flow
from my fingers
creativity a prey
of this interrupted life

Having a brilliant thought
reading a riveting book
watching a serious film
seeing really important news
omnis relatio interrupit

(May 7, 2017)



Sunday, April 23, 2017

PRISONER of DEMENTIA, a poem

The prisoner of dementia
listens to her meaningless rants
without end
endures  her rages
a helpless witness

The contract requires
for better or worse
so he is bound
by those sworn words
until the end

Occasionally she says
in a very sad lament
I don’t want to live
this way anymore
Neither do I


Monday, April 17, 2017

ALWAYS CONNECTED, a poem

ALWAYS CONNECTED

The Kahunas contend
a single simple touch
will join us
like twins with a filament
of ectoplasm forever

So the connection created
by any long loving marriage
or an extended relationship
must surely produce links
thick as ancient redwoods

Those heavy bonds survive
divorce or separation
with the once loved
ties never erased
always remembered

(April 16, 2017)


Monday, April 10, 2017

SITTING in SILENCE, a poem

SITTING in SILENCE

So many couples sitting
in silence in restaurants
We always spoke
engaged in sweet conversation
looking into each other’s eyes

Why an absence of dialogue?
their disconnected lives speaking?
We were joined
in lively discourse
reflecting our love

Having eaten and paid the bill
they exit to their dreariness
We connected again
in the privacy
of our lovely home

(April 4, 2017)



Thursday, April 6, 2017

LOST LOVE, a poem

LOST LOVE

I loved you
You loved me
We loved each other
Now we are free