An amateur is one who loves
That's what I wish to be
Honeymoon in France
Cycled the Baltic Sea

In this little town
There is much history
A bit entranced by John Brown
The way the slaves break free

Mad as the mist and snow
Transient as smoke
Deer park in Nara
Afraid, but I provoke

La Florida Senyoras
My children number 3
2037
Mr. Keating, Fr. Louis y we

               silent plea

An amateur is one who loves
That is all I wish to be
Honeymoon in France
Creme brulee for my 3

Ms. Pascal she can bake
Despite the tragedy
Rachel dies, Earthquake
Gotham under the sea

Now we got the Proud Boys
Marjorie Taylor Greene
I saw Adonis in Atlanta
Jolene! Jolene! Jolene!

The meditation hall was attractive
Wood, silence, glass
Everything is radioactive
When she has a beautiful ***

Florida is Ignorance
And 1987
Trinity Episcopal
Diet Coke at 7 11

                Boston Strong!

The Titanic built by a team of professionals
The Ark by a lone amateur

I've written and kneeled and been quite confessional
In the silence I pray She concurs

Just an amateur
Try to do my best
Sleep till noon
Qualyxian Quest

Take care of my boys
See them through
Irish eyes
Carolina blue

          Be true.

Just an amateur poet
I try to tell my story
Not for lots of money
Not for endless glory

But for you, dear reader,
This life so solitary
Therefore, I reach out
Let it be, Mother Mary

               xie xie

1:23
   Tyler D
        destiny?

Little Cousins,
Called back.
Emily

Kyoto train station
      Tokyo rain
           Arigato

Amber again at the post office
Turtles all the way down!

Life is pain, Highness
We all wear the same thorny crown

Veggie burger at 'Sup Dog
Walk my way through town

Most black and white people
Actually are brown

With women I wish I was swimmin'
But I always seem to drown

If God is a Beautiful Woman
She is Her pronoun.

I ain't dead yet
My bell still rings

Got a few ideas
Kennedies and Kings

Post office poet
D.C. comics brings

Curious coincidence
Elvish runes to sing

Mt. Rushmore is not eternal
Neither is Donald Trump

Nor is the American Empire
Nor its cheeleader chumps

I'm often in favor
Of ambiguity
But not to attack the Good

It's just often
Very hard to know
Exactly what is the Should

Abraham knew
An ambiguous Providence
He did the best he could

I've befriended both
Priests and bankrobbers
In my little neighborhood

               I've kneeled
               Sat long in silence
               And stood.

I'm ambiguous to myself
Puzzling proclivities
Susan Darlene Meek
Please, baby, please!

Get my son from school
Keep him moving ahead
Open, Openness
After I am dead

         Courage in the Dread

Vinnie Testaverde
Jesuit high school coach

I too have been to Tampa
La Florida I still approach

Salvador Dali Museum
Lincoln, John of the Cross

Of her I keep on thinkin'
Silence: win or loss?

              ambiguous

if Providence, then ambiguous
in terror and beauty, It comes to us

who knows why, who can trust?
Silence is as Silence must

                                                we ourselves
                                                dust to dust

remember to belly up, he said
but I know not what he meant

philosophy and the dead
perhap’s he’s heaven sent?

my money is now dwindled
can’t even pay my rent

I search, I seek, I stumble
I wonder where that man went?

The apostle Paul - was he perhaps epileptic?

This long disease, my life

John Milton died of gout.

(I also have gout).

American politics is mostly hopeless
But a little crack gives light
Mr. Sandor Marai
That Hungarian man could write!

There are times in sleep like humming
My mind in pleasant motion
The dreams tell good stories
Humming, healing, help

There are times I cannot sleep
Anxiety attacks
Politics portends
George W. destroyed Iraq

In death we sleep forever
Is there a kind of dream?
To and for my beloved Dead
To and for my team

            Ameen.

Listening to Bruce Springsteen's I'm on Fire continually for 4 hours straight and being overwhelmed by feelings of ****** inadequacy.

Ludwig enters a house in Vienna.
The wife in the home says to him,
Would you like something to eat?

The husband in the home overhears this from another room and calls out,
                   Don't ask; Give!

Which Ray Monk argues (persuasively) is the event that inspired Wittgenstein's dictum:

                  Don't think; Look!

Jen Botta and wondrous Rusty
May I be Lake Ridge trusty.

                    Amen.

Democratic
Pornographic
Bouncing Backic?

yearning to Escape
but nowhere to go
          Sigh ...

Amidst the guns and the wars
And the racehate and the ****

A better future struggling to be born.

Trump is America condemned
An ignorant, violent people
No help from above
No help from the steeple

I write a few poems
Snow falls from the sky
3 dear deer
I Thai Wai

                           Aye!

There are times I wish I wasn't so shy
Maybe I could give a speech
But I am not a speaker
7th grade I did teach

They say the Irish are superstitious
The Chinese superstitious too
Rabbi Nahman of Bratslav
My mystic rabbi who

Left Jerusalem early
Not the place to be
I like Frederick, Maryland
Sushi for my 3

Moby **** is America doomed
Right here beside my bed
Will I be discussed
After I am dead?

                Unsaid

Said John Foster Dulles.

Eisenhower's Secretary of State.