Older Poems #11 : Partly John

a nature boy
with angry eyes
behind his venom
shined the skies
endless in their certainty
that one day
the world would free
itself from hatred
from its pain
and sing aloud
of peace refrained
a passion his
to plant the seeds
in our hearts
is love we need
it’s been a while
since he’s been gone
but in us
does his love live on
if so then
we’re all partly John

for John Lennon

Older Poems #8 : Limited Edition

she hung plates on the wall
gilded reminders
in crackled china
of things she had seen
and places she’d been
a castle with a foreign name
built above the kitchen door
and a lone wolf in the snow
guarded the pantry
one however
of a young queen
and her prince
she’d carefully remove
every morning
from above the French dresser
not for croissants
but to put her toast upon
so that she’d have company
come breakfast time