by phillipw | Oct 12, 2026 | Sonnet
Undressed [Two rhyming couplets are rule-breakingly offered at the end of this sonnet for you to choose from. Why not tell me which one you prefer, please?] A u bloom* in hair As decoration; best For the Barrier. ~ Sora [Englished by Phillip Whidden] His wife sent me...
by phillipw | Oct 12, 2026 | BU, FA, IN, MA
Taira no Atsumari and Kumagai Naozane Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “play on” ~ John Keats, “Ode on a Grecian Urn” The complications in what people call a man The complications in what people call a man...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2026 | Sonnet
Shockingly Incongruous Perfection Growing Against Lynn Wood Hall Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some blossoms give us guidance. Some are white In darkness. You can see them so they give Intelligence...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2026 | Sonnet
O Holy Night (11) O Holy Night. King’s College Choir 2024.Harry Gant, tenor. – YouTube “til He appeared” ~ Nora Jones The night I met the beauty of the veins In wrists undreamed of in God’s Sabbath hour, When sunset had removed the Georgetown stains From...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2026 | CA, CO, FR, JO, KE, LO, MA
Nameless Blossoms Reign Supreme Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter” I wear real flowers he gave me in my head. He bought them, really, in a pot beside...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2026 | Sonnet, TR
Wisdom Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “We’ll be singing Jubilee” ~ Phillip Whidden Is Phillip Whidden still an S-d A? He still eats breakfast cereal, the dry Type, every morning. He...
by phillipw | Oct 11, 2026 | CH, ST
Scarface “In the image of God created he him” I will knock at your Gate in the darkness where white Petals disappear. ~ Kyorai [Englished by Phillip Whidden] I wish I had a scar across my face, A scar to force me always to recall You, hardness of your profile,...
by phillipw | Oct 10, 2026 | Sonnet
As Much an Idiot as Aristotle, Cicero, Ovid, Spenser and Shakespeare I will knock at your Gate in the darkness where white Petals disappear. ~ Kyorai [Englished by Phillip Whidden] By Ragesoss – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0,...
