Saturday, May 28, 2022

New poem: "Carlo's Life"

 

Carlo’s Life

 

Third son of Italo and Lucia,

Carlo was born in this country,

and he knew no other. He lived,

went to school, got a secure job

in his electrician’s trade, married

his high school sweetheart, raised

his family the best way he knew

how, preparing his children, a boy

and a girl, for the world, and was

very proud of his accomplishment;

and when he retired after forty-four

years of working his trade across

the province, disheartened that the

work ethic in the trades had grown

so slack over the years, he settled

into his vegetable garden like his

father before him, no less proud

of his tomatoes, and took his wife

on a Mediterranean cruise before

dying of lung cancer. Carlo loved

his wife and family with his heart

and soul, and he thanked God every

day for the freedom this bountiful

country gave him to live the life he

chose and raise his family, (he had

three grandchildren, Richie, David,

and Luciana when he died in his

mortgage-free red brick home with

 his family by his side), in a safe,

secure environment.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, May 21, 2022

New poem: "Not In Sync Today"

 Not In Sync Today


 I’m not in sync today,

everything’s off, not a big off,

just enough to irritate me

and ruin my day.

 

It’s frustrating, not knowing

what to do to change the rhythm;

but I have to find a way

to make my day flow smoothly.

 

Sit back and take a deep breath,

meditate on the situation,

pray for divine intervention,

or hide in a corner somewhere?

 

I’m not in sync today,

and I don’t know what I did

to upset my daily rhythm; maybe

Wordsworth will set me free—

 

O, to be a Happy Warrior!

Saturday, May 14, 2022

New Poem: "Roe vs. Wade"

 

Roe vs. Wade


 I’m dying to write a poem,

about what, I honestly don’t know;

it keeps pushing up, and up, and up,

but it won’t break through.

 

What am I to do?

 

I’m dying to write a poem,

and I keep asking myself: what could

it possibly be, that’s pushing so hard

to come into this world?

 

I don’t have a clue.

 

I’m dying to write a poem,

to relieve myself of the anxious feeling

of being pregnant with a new idea;

but I don’t know how to induce

my unborn poem—

 

And I don’t want to abort it!

Saturday, May 7, 2022

New poem: "The Blind Poet's Fallen Angel"

 

The Blind Poet’s Fallen Angel


 It’s all there, in all its starkness,

the genocidal slaughter of a

a brotherly race, human beings

conceived of men and women

abiding in their peaceful nation

that’s being desecrated by an

avenging angel, not for what’s

his almighty right, but to quench

his unslakable lust for almighty

might: it is better to reign in hell

than serve in heaven, said the

blind poet’s fallen angel.