by phillipw | Nov 13, 2025 | RO, SE
Who Needs a Buddha? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Your love is not a poem. Love is more A door that wants to open or is not Quite open wanting you to push it, or Is half way open, waiting, wanting hot...
by phillipw | Nov 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
Crippled Musical Moments Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Forget the spiralling melody, lark In ever rising circles in the day. Remember, though, the mourning in the dark Of nightingales. Their broken...
by phillipw | Nov 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
And She Didn’t Have a Clue about His Super Seed They walked together through a cityscape, A present-day, a Tuesday city, towers Of Wednesday windows…not a pretty scape Of Tidal Basin cherry trees and flowers, But not bizarre, surrealistic, awed Like toadstool...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2025 | DO, TR, Uncategorized, WH
Boy’s Daydreams Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If Don had toys, they wouldn’t be those ships In bottles. Toys for him would not be horse Or soldier, or those game computer chips Of...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Who is Sylvia? For you the two-way mirrors are the ones. You need more visions, not just of face And breasts. You need the visions of your sons Inside you, yet to come. Inside the place Behind the glass the thinnest silver veil Allows your vision of the future, not...
