Word Dispenser (continuation of 'pen' series )

Word Dispenser

Some prose is much like costume jewelry

written by the ghostly hand of doubt

while some are pieces of Tiffany

casting sheer visions about

each word selected like a precious stone

carefully set into a crown of poetry

unique in every way unlike inferior clones

that bring no joy of skillful ability

gold words bringing inclinations to dream

rising from a churning sea of uncertainty

glimmer in life's silvery stream

flowing with the unrestrained beauty

of bright gems set by design

their worth in degree priceless

discovered in humanities deepest mines

then exposed to societies endless quests

unique prose full of lively beauty

sprouting from mysterious seeds found

hidden in caverns of mortality

bravely exhibited to curious minds that abound

Runaway Propensity ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Runaway Propensity

Lacking strong devotion in faith 'petty fidions'

quickly runaway from angel guardians

leaving places of worship in absent state

running away from destined fate

highway to heaven crevasse filled

rendering faithful voices hushed and still

wrongdoing and integrity confused daily

are absolved by the runaway

hopeful scenes of saviors we see

unsung heroes less than flashy

who join not but enlist their talents

volunteer not but serve endless moments

life is lived in purposed stay

overlooking the desire to runaway

young lives should eat thunder

and expel lightning asunder

fight prejudice and lies everyday

all stay put, don't runaway

seek the truth tellers always

expose state secrets in shocking ways

then wait for the friendly CIA

now, it's time to runaway

step around honey traps strung

as dark forces want you hung

quickly enjoy today

as you hurry and runaway

flee to that sunny state of mind

trust youth to help mankind

as you enjoy the moment of your stay

forget about all this running away

Winter Coat Dependable ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Winter Coat Dependable

Every man needs a good winter overcoat

to repel that seasons frigid winds and cold both

mine was bestowed me by a man I hardly knew

having courted his lovely daughter and married her too

that fine coat in its altered state sits in my closet

always ready to serve and yet

'Tis much more than black cashmere

hand tailored and stitched with care

that was worn by a gentleman passing away too early

'Tis always a warm reminder worn in January

of times and years long ago

when youth was a gift not taken so

this winter coat strolled with me

on the frozen sidewalks of Quebec city

and on days not fit for man or beast

provided warmth on windy Montreal streets

'Twas a garment worn with pride

at Midnight mass family by my side

and on certain somber occasions

of funerals during the frigid winter season

All in all, that stylish cashmere overcoat

more than two scores years old

still conveys warm memories spent

when worn during life's special events

Guerre Compensate ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Guerre Compensate

A lonely candle burns in the night

soon after the light of day vanished West

as curtains are drawn on worldly sights

shutting out the darkness of today's death

Ghostly winds are heard among the branches

whistling shadows run their courses

rain falls like warm tears on hidden life's changes

that wash away dusty memories of naked corpses

their noise of life silent in gloomy painted hues

mixed within their masks worn starkly

that hide blood-stained patriotic dues

during the nightmare they willingly carry

clearly warped symptoms of human unsuccess

at kindness, understanding and plain loving

goodness collapsing in mindless distress

as combined hearts beat slowly wondering

why opaque nights are casually found

then shattered not by the rational norm

that should rent ugly conflicts that abound

and suffuse life in a brilliant light storm