by phillipw | Sep 6, 2025 | Uncategorized
Where Rationality Escaped from Irrationality Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Greeks were wiser than that mystic Blake. They had no truck with his Infinity Inside a grain of sand. They need not shake...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2025 | HE
Christianity, By Far the Most Unforgiveable Sin When Alexander reached the Indian shore, The River Bias, there he met brown brains, Gymnosophists. He, wanting to explore Their wisdom not impaired by western chains, Enquired, “Just what is stronger, death or life?”...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Smoke of Their Torment Ascendeth Up For Ever and Ever Like Incense to the Nostrils of Jesus Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Religions’ basso ostinato, drones, Those undercurrents are of dread. The...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
Resonating Through The part of truth that matters is not part, But whole. A part of truth is goodness, yet That’s like a lovely body lacking heart, More like a corpse, a mango seeping blet. If truth has beauty in it, that is not Enough, the way that...
by phillipw | Sep 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
“soft, gentle and low” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The time of Lear, a darkness like the piths Of blackness in the innards of those oaks Unopened for four hundred years, the myths He lived in...
