IN THE MOMENT, a poem

         

          Looking outward

          nothing inside

          shorted recall  

          lost synapses

          Locked in the now

          Without a past

          Without future

          Without recall

          Time goes by

          Life lingers

          Yes conscious

          But helpless

                           (July 27, 2017)

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THE JESUITS and DONALD TRUMP, a poem

         

          

          The learned Jesuits teach

          truth is objective

          Missed those classes, Donald

          or were you dreaming

          only of yourself

          The learned Jesuits teach

          essence and accidents

          Missed those classes, Donald

          or did unchanging truth

          fail to lodge in your brain

          The learned Jesuits teach

          the inquiring mind

          Missed those classes, Donald

          how could Fordham produce

          so empty a Donald

                             (July 24, 2017)

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An Ode to KEN PAFF

             Ken Paff

          you wear the honorable name

          that shames the Hoffa faction

          everything you are

          boy Hoffa is not

          Ken Paff

          you are courage and persistence

          standing bravely when few dared

          fighting the tyranny of thugs

          in the risky days of old

          Ken Paff

          You clearly have earned your place

          in the pantheon of heroes

          tougher than cold marble

          your monument is TDU

                                                (July 21, 2017)

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REUNION, a poem

         

         Sixteen aging men sat down

          to lunch at The Water Club

          drawn by memories of the prep

          urged to be there by Gerry McCabe

          the catalyst of the gathering

         

          They left Fordham Prep in ’52

          as boys those 65 years ago  

          some stayed close through the decades

          others, like me, went their separate ways

          yet reuniting again and again

          Gerry, a basketball star

          in his happy prep school days

          sitting somewhere in North Carolina

          is our facilitator

          and herald of our next lives

                                                ( July 7, 2017)

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