Tuesday, August 22, 2017

MY DAY, a poem

         What is there
          to say
          nothing happens
          in my day

          Evenings are much
          the same
          no one else
          to blame

          Treasure pleasure
          in taking
          life’s measure
          ignore the aching

                   (Aug. 22, 2017)

Wednesday, August 2, 2017


          Life has burned away
          leaving a body in disarray
          a woman grown very old
          suffering never-ending cold

          Every day is wintertime
          gone is the warmth so sublime
          no longer a promise of spring
          to make the aged soul sing

          Does celebration or doom
          await in the misty gloom
          no knows what lies ahead
          ignore all trivial dread

                              (Aug. 2, 2017)

Thursday, July 27, 2017



          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)


Monday, July 24, 2017


          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)


Friday, July 21, 2017

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)

Friday, July 7, 2017

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)


Sunday, June 11, 2017


          Don’t resuscitate
          leave me to my fate
          the natural way for me
          stop the heroic treatments
          delaying the final act

          No curtain calls
          after the end
          what do you expect
          do tell the world
          if I appear

          But please never anyone fear
          enjoy a wine or a beer
          and think of me over here
          because nothing kills
          the essential soul

          (June 11, 2017)