Artifacts

Artifacts

Stowed away in the attic
in old trunks
family secrets reside
like forgotten diamonds
In safety deposit boxes.

Love letters from the war,
old newspaper clippings
of a suicide, a love-triangle
murder, a drowning, a
Pulitzer Prize. More shades

than we ever knew, color
the existence of our very drab
lives. Buried beneath the ballast
of genealogy , our history
sleeps under a pile of old clothes.

Make Your Own Days

Make your Own Days

At a certain point, you must be self-reliant,
making your own days.
You must
find the magic thread,
leading you away from the labyrinth alone.

Who can resist independence?
To color your own sky, write your own song,
while the world weeps in quiet desperation.
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What Can a Poet Say?

What Can a Poet Say?

You cannot write about moonbeams
When the world teems
With war and strife
Impoverished life
You cannot sing of daffodils
On bloody hills
Among the dead
Where soldiers bled
You cannot dance a joyful jig
While mourners dig
A child's grave
Among the brave.

Calmve Gladio Fortier

Calamve Gladio Fortior

The tools of war won't move a mountain
Or justify the ways of God to man
As a powerful pen pushing forth a fountain
Of well- wrought thoughtful words can

The novelist, poet, paper-back writer
Slays more dragons than a fearsome fighter
Sways more kings than an army of Huns
Evokes more passion than a battery of guns

Millions are roused by the words they wail
Like Chief Joseph's "I'll Fight no More Forever",
Abe's "Emancipation Proclamation" endeavor
Or Martin's "Letter from the Birmingham Jail"

Indeed, the pen is mightier than the sword.
Lay down your arms, embrace the word!

Ever Nineteen

Ever Nineteen

Just below the surface
Sits an ageless boy of 19
Who ignores my aging being

Resides in careless, carefree crowds
Drinking, dancing, drowning out
The din of responsibility

With a carpe diem consciousness
Que sera sera, what will be will be
Embraces the clichés of youth :

Lets the chips fall where they may
Stokes the fire of the imagination
Resuscitates an old man's dreams

Back From Near-Extinction

Back From Near-Extinction

Now stealthily, quietly creeping through the trees
beside the still lake under the cloudy shroud
of the dark night, the alpha-male wolves come drifting
near to the shoreline, loping across open plain
where prairie-dog mounds, jutting through snow
in the dead of winter, and at the end of a pasture,
suddenly bare their fangs, snarling,
and leap, jaws open, downing the terrified lamb.

A Minute About a Minute

A Minute About a Minute

Do not try to live forever.
Being clever,
will not succeed.
A finite breed,
into the good night we all go.
On with the show!
Strike up the band!
You understand?
This moment is your greatest chance.
Discover romance.
Wear yourself out.
Jump up and shout!

When the Children Have No Time for You

When the Children Have No Time for You

Entertain yourself in old age.
It is your stage.
Be the actor,
the star factor.
Don't rely on your busy brood,
for your soul food.
Nurture the time,
create some rhyme.
So much depends on the attitude.
Show some gratitude
for your good health.
Living well is wealth.