by phillipw | Sep 11, 2026 | 9/11, IS, MU, SE, SU, TW
Before the Fall of Would-be Corpses Numbers 35:33 KJV Isaiah 47:11 KJV An English lesson of the sort he gave In ordinary secondary schools Left students (and himself) not zinged — not grave With stunning revelations. Grammar rules And Blake could be oppressive in...
by phillipw | Sep 10, 2026 | GI
One Time She Went to See an Operetta in the the Sydney Opera House Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem One night she went to see an opera at The Sydney Opera House; well, no, not quite An opera. Other ones...
by phillipw | Sep 10, 2026 | DI, PR, SE
Spirals like Dante’s Circles of the Inferno Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Don’t let the beauty of the seashells fool You. Beauty is a scam. These gorgeous shells In shape of twirling trumpets or a...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2026 | AN, GA, GO, LU, SI
Sex Outside Heaven’s Gigantic Ménage a Trois, Thousands Upon Thousands and Ten Thousand Times Ten Thousand Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The leech, the spider and the rattlesnake Are evil. Evil is a...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2026 | FA, PR, SC
Blind Seers Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The fact defined lacks sense, the sense that hearts Desire. The meaninglessnesses of facts Are multiplied because there are no charts From blanks to show our...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2026 | AE, BE, ES, SP, TR
Mollusks and Modern Poetry Editors Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The loveliness which shapes the look of shells On snails is something snails can never clasp. Their sense of beauty has no swelling...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2026 | IN, PO, RO, SH
Writing Iago and Macbeth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We know the truest playwrights, poets see The world through lenses not their own, but through The organs of the characters they free Up on the...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2026 | Sonnet
A Weeping Willow Tree, Fare Thee Well From the willow tree On the road over the moor Day starts to darken. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden to regularize its lineage] As day begins to darken from the grace Of one green willow tree, the poet’s pause Presents an...
