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The Bends in a Bowler’s Butt and Bare Back

The Bends in a Bowler’s Butt and Bare Back Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Such sexual sport scenes all ought to be Cropped out and banned because you know that they Are prurient, because you know that we...

Pishon and Cain

   Pishon and Cain Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some think that poets are like prophets, so, If men set out to be our seers, lines Of inspiration will come out like flow From Eden’s rivers; as from...

Multiplicity like Unimaginable Complexity in Vision

Multiplicity like Unimaginable Complexity in Vision Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Because you feel that you own prophecy Does not mean that the title and the deed Are signed.  Pure poetry demands a fee...

Who Needs Jung or Salvador?

Who Needs Jung or Salvador? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Fantastic fills the real as much as real Fulfills the unbelievable.  Around Inside the chest of each the two can feel The other indivisibly, two...

Nursing Anguish

Nursing Anguish Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She burst out, sobbing coming from her throat And eyes, and ran to dolls to dandle with. Although she still felt sorrow as a bloat Around her voice box,...

The Humor in Death

The Humor in Death Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The mass of humans feels a ghostly pulse Inside their minds because those brains are weak. The thought of death makes all of them convulse With...

The Poet not the Critic Sees the Truth

The Poet not the Critic Sees the Truth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The willow cutting, grown, Becomes a holy place with lights, The fireflies floating. ~ Issa [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The critic...

Endorphin

     Endorphin Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The past is never finished, never gone. It comes to haunt you, ever living dead. It sucks tomorrow’s blood, today’s.  A thrawn Dead Janet it refuses to be...