by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | JI, TE
Peace, Brothers and Sisters, Peace The terrorists attack a place we love Or wish that we could love, a Paris or A Boston. Bastards shave their balls and shove Their blade-like god in us to make the gore That He desires from kafirs’ guts. We gasp And wonder at the...
by phillipw | May 5, 2020 | PO
Poetic Patterns Bend All to Their Will The poets put their patterns onto things, And men, and gods. The poetry, its ends At least, is aimed at addicts, lonely women, kings— And poets are the enemies and friends Of everyone at once. The supple lines Take on the world...
by phillipw | May 5, 2020 | LO
Hang my Heart My mother used to sing a folksy song, At least a part of its refrain. I knew That it was sad, about how people long For love that they have lost. “Adieu, Adieu, Adieu” was part of it. But, funny now, I know I didn’t hear the words quite...
by phillipw | May 5, 2020 | AS
His Imperial Holiness That would-be king Ashoka, he was bad. Before Ashoka turned to mildest love And Buddha kindness, Brutal Boy had To do some grabbing. Kingship was above Him since his eldest brother had the right To take the throne. As luck would have it,...
by phillipw | May 5, 2020 | AS, DE, LO, RO
Ashoka Sees Devi for the First Time He fell in love with Devi in a blink, A fraction of an ancient second. She Was far too beautiful. Who would re-think His chest throb’s pang? The prince could not be free Of her (or love) again, no never, no. He did not ponder for...
