MELTDOWN

I guess I have to learn to accept what I can't control.


MELTDOWN

Explosions happen from
the deterioration of the
control of my environment.

Attempts to manage
the variables result
in frustration. Even

though the outcome is
predictable, it is
not always preventable.

The casualties however
are necessarily
permanent and personal.

MENTAL MORTIFICATION

Such is my life!



MENTAL MORTIFICATION

Reasoning with the
unreasonable, imprisoned
in an altered
reality.

Intentions are
insufficient for
the regulation of
sanity.

Resurrection through
medication is not
always a guarantee of
modification.

HOLY ANSWERS

This poem was inspired from a line from a song that my priest, Father John Sheridan posted on Facebook. He does this quite often to get us to see God in the everyday.


HOLY ANSWERS

Dreams are prayers
longing for a
voice.

A voice is a
prayer answered by
God spoken through
you.

For us to speak loudly,
we must listen to
God's softest
whisper.

Jovial Finale

This was the closing poem of my first book. At the time I just thought it was a good way to end the book. That was in 1988.

In the spring of 2009 it was read as a closing benediction at a Catholic writer's conference I attended. Looking back on it I can see it was pretty spiritual.



Jovial Finale


Laughter became tears.
Order became chaos.
Lost but not alone.

Guided by love.
I found my way
out of darkness and misery.

Calculated order has been
restored. My sense of
accomplishment has been worth
the struggle. Life goes on
and so will I.

Behind The Veil

This was the title poem of my first book and my first serious attempt at poetry. I honestly don't know what I am doing but maybe that's better. Too much attention is paid to form and not enough to content. I was trying to show that things aren't always as they appear.



Behind The Veil

It grows inside me,
unseen by even the
most penetrating eye.

My exterior is aglow
in perfect disguise. No one
suspects anything to be
amiss in my private hell.

What can I do to escape
these feelings of bitter torment?
Am I trapped by my own
sweet powers of reason?

My hope lies in the future.
Despite the sores tha fester
under the dark shades of my
accomplishments, a light
shines on the horizon.

Library Fines

I wrote this poem in response to my volunteer activities at the Ford School's libraries. This poem appeared yesterday in my other blog, "Lynn School Watch". Is this shameless self promotion? Most definitely but I am moved when I see a little kid clutching a book.


Library Fines

The library is no
laughing matter.
Without librarians our
education only gets sadder.

Books are written
necessarily to be read.
Without reading, learning
surely must be dead.

Bring back the librarians
to give our kids a chance.
Without them how can
our MCAS scores advance?

IN REFERENCE TO REVERENCE