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If You Are Here

If You Are Here Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “If you are here, I’ll leave all else behind” [or something like that] ~ Sergei Yesenin “Love alone makes me remember.  Love alone makes me alert.” ~...

Irradiated Antivenom for Revelation Delayed

Irradiated Antivenom for Revelation Delayed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You know your friend as man knows man.  You know A man is not a god and maybe as a saint He fails.  Your heart forgives his...

He Wakes to Torture in His Heart

He Wakes to Torture in His Heart Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When love and hate are mixed in men, the hate Takes over, slow as frost that grows on panes, On window panes of love, like stained glass...

Abhishek as Man But Not a God

Abhishek as Man But Not a God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem WARNING:  One of the pictures below shows a nude male body.  If you disapprove of looking at that, do not continue viewing the sonnet and so...

Higher and Still Higher

Higher and Still Higher Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Narcotic nights are what he misses, yearns For, lip intoxications more like stabs Of hormones, or epiphany that burns, Skin revelations smothering...

A Treasure, Beauty, Distant, Lost

A Treasure, Beauty, Distant, Lost Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He wants to feel that time again, that time When morning felt expansion like a wave That grows; a song that almost strikes a chime And...

An Alcove Set Aside for Sacred Thoughts

An Alcove Set Aside for Sacred Thoughts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peony cut, Something like exhaustion Filled the twilight hours. ~ Buson (Englished by Phillip Whidden) The haiku are as cool as...