by phillipw | Jul 7, 2023 | RO, SE
There’s Nothing Quite like Love There’s nowt like love. Its sanctimony fills A man as if he never knew a truth As banging as its spurting semen thrills. Its sanctity rings holy and uncouth Like Lucifer when he first understood The shudder of his sin...
by phillipw | Jul 7, 2023 | AB, LO, RO, SA, SE
Sanctity in the Dawn I wake up in the first light, launched to love. I wake up fraught as if the Holy Ghost Filled both my lungs and hovered just above Each vein and artery and bone, engrossed Me everywhere inside my soul. Of course It is not God who rams...
by phillipw | Jul 3, 2023 | IL, ME
Adherence to Pain and Truth of Elements Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Such things as small communion cups were notWhat gray medieval monks could use as toolsIn doing gilding on mild vellum. ...
by phillipw | Jun 28, 2023 | MO, TR
The Poetry of the Triune God: a Cord of Three Strands Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “from everlasting to everlasting, thou art God.” tttttt Eternal gyres together one times three. The...
by phillipw | Jun 24, 2023 | FR, MA
The Bride If Tennyson had crushed that flower in The crannied wall, would he have known what God And man are? Would that poet know what sin And Christ’s theodicy are? Overawed Is what this rhymester wanted most to be. He didn’t really...
