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The Mouth

   The Mouth   Tomorrow waits, a gaping gob.  In fact  The future bares its teeth, a gaping throat, Its lips with spittle dripping.  We can act, But like an idiot we must misquote The universe if we prefer a smile To truth.  If not a slobbering moron, then The cosmos...

The Reason Bamboo was Created

The Reason Bamboo was Created Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The long thick tubes that rise and dominate Were first created by a certain God, Perhaps an Oriental one whose fate Required him to be oddly...

Baha’i Beauty

Baha’i Beauty Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She dreamed of him but in a sheer black veil Around his midriff and his hips, his thighs And calves.  The night dream turned the cloth to sail But...

Till Turning, Turning We Come Round Right

Till Turning, Turning We Come Round Right Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Turn mind to friends. Turn mind to daydreams. Turn Your mind to books and beauties.  Turn to true, Not TikTok vacuums* and turn to...