Demise
A tortured soul
An end summarized
By dark streets and alleys
And compromised.
His eagerness to please
He continued to write
And lost his soul
On a darkest night .
© 2020 CMM
Little Time
we will both grow old,
our youth wasted in time
rusted planks of life
jutting out
feeling the days gone past
looking for a sign
we will understand how
little time we tout
until now, we look and see
our hands and body weathered
I will smile and feel the
glow of our youth
even though the shifts
are tethered
Copyrighted: 2018 CMM
Maverick
The modern-day lamb in stripes and stars
Lay in sacrifice of what should be.
He re-ignites the paschal-candle of brotherhood
and kindness in a country so dark.
darken from the light of goodness.
He poured from the receptacle of time,
and honor and devotion.
He lays the gauntlet of ‘moving-on’
In hopes others will follow.
Copyright: 2018, Sept 1, CMM
(In honor and memory of Sen John McCain )
The Drop
It was just a drop.
“What drop?”
“You know the drop.”
“Tell me, but first tell me why?”
“Why?” “We cried.”
“Because of the drop.”
“What drop!?”
“One who humanity denied.”
“Because, it was a drop.”
“Because of the drop?”
“The brown paper bag.”
“Matched the drop they denied.”
“But, we still cried.”
“We still cry.”
“Each time they deny.”
Copyrighted: 2016 CMM
1st Sunday in Advent: He Came
As the chickadee finds its nest,
among the prickly leaf—
The labored Mother sighs,
as birthing finds relief.
Then nature joins a chorus,
among the star they sing—
Humanity realized his birth,
of the resurrection King—
He came among the world,
in quiet winter’s rest—
chickadee without notice,
continues to make his nest—
Copyrighted: CMM 2001
