by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Give Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary p My words will drown unheard without your love Upholding them. The Hellespont invites Them, as it did the young old, young pure love Of Hero...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BA
The Object of Poetry Betrayed He starts off rhyming but he flops to slime Of almost rhyming: “oily” rhymes with “me” Supposedly. This failure comes from “crime” Of laziness. He thinks that, shiftless, he Can shift and chop...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, SE
The Hometown Boys When men attempt to turn a nowhere place To poetry, the nowhereness bleeds through. The problem is the peopled childhood face, Once known, is sentimental, not quite true– If true at all. The boredom is ignored The way a woman does...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | BO, CH, FL, Ho
Dulce et Floridum Est The hometown rocks the cradle of his dreams But not because he hankers for their claws To hold him close. He shies from nightmare streams Of snakes. A summer night-time insect gnaws Embedded in his memory. Spiders crawl Where...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Scotland’s Pleistocene and Little Ice Age Glaciers Were Just as Pitiless Despite the lochs our words were drowned unheard. Despite the village on the Pentland hill, Our words of love were lost. Long decades shirred Our love and words, and crinkled them to kill...
