Friday, August 5, 2022

PLEASURE, a poem


The experience of pleasure

coming at an unexpected time

can only be described as sublime,

as treasure without measure


The thrill of a meal

A great cable film

A chocolate-covered caramel

A stunning, red sunset


Pleasures anticipated

are not the same,

limited as they are

by a mental frame



Friday, July 22, 2022

BEAUTY, a poem


How can a woman

become more beautiful

with the passing

of the years

You did


Perhaps, I am seeing

what I want,

the illusion of love,

the delusion of age.

The reason doesn’t matter


Perhaps, I should wallow

in the pleasure

of what life

has brought me,

lovely you


Friday, July 8, 2022


       Can any but the servile

doubt the heroic decision

by Mike Pence

to choose the constitution

over the worship

of Donald Trump


In a unique moment,

to choose democracy

or dictatorship,

Mike Pence

picked America

over Donald Trump


The historic decision

of Mike Pence

was made possible

by the gallant police

fighting off murderous



(At the core of this poem

is James Russell Lowell’s


“Once to every man and nation

comes the moment to decide

in the strife of Truth or Falsehood,

for the good or evil side”

The choice in 1845 was between Abolition and slavery.)




Friday, June 24, 2022

HER FACE, a poem


What do her expressions

in the photographs say

In most, she is smiling

In some, she is offering

an inexplicable face


Her happy countenance

captured in that moment

renews my memory

of her engaging smile

every day of our lives


Time erases most images

Photos make them available

to revive instances of life

that bring recurring pleasure

in again remembering



Friday, June 10, 2022

THE SEA of IDEAS, a poem


Into the sea of ideas,

the old poet cast

his final thoughts,

hoping that a writer

in Africa or Spain

would grasp the spark

he sent forth as inspiration

for a poem or song

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Saturday, May 28, 2022



Unasked and unexpected,

the warning came from the seer:

“Your love ends at the horizon”

Dumfounded, we continued on


Married as we were,

we wondered at times

would we ever reach

that far horizon


The edge of the universe

remained forever distant

as we struggled through life,

luckily with lasting love

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Friday, May 20, 2022



The pollution of old age

has melted my energy,

drained most of my strength,

muddled my memory


Inevitable decline

was delayed by exercise,

by using the brain

But nothing prevailed


The dimming of my life

means I now must exist

in a constricted world

as happily as I can

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