by phillipw | Jan 20, 2024 | AG, CE, SA
Love Makes All Things Equal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My wants are arms alone. My rest is war; My bed long lasting woes, Sleep unending vigil. Don Quixote, first part, chapter II Suppose we do...
by phillipw | Jul 9, 2023 | AG, CA
Vacuum Filled by Lavishness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2021 | AG, DI, ET, GO, HE, IM, JE, LO
The Immortality of the Trinity’s Adoration of Lost Souls The bliss of all the saints in Heaven is Piss poor when set against the searing pain Of those in Hell. God loves and loves. Gee Whizz, Though, what about the agony, that stain, Eternal filthy stain upon that...
by phillipw | Jul 22, 2021 | AG, LO, SE
Giving and Forgiving pexels-lion-247502 “I need lions in gilded cages; it’s awful, after human flesh, lions love gold, and no one ever gives it to them.” ~Oscar Wilde Who would put his lion in a cage of Lead rubbed with gilding foil? Not lead...
by phillipw | May 27, 2021 | AG, GO, LO
God Loves God loves with all the discrimination Of hurricanes and tidal waves. He loves Creating . . . and watching the castration Of child molesters, and He loves the shoves Of penises inside their victims. He Loves victims, too. God loves the...
by phillipw | May 6, 2021 | AG
Scissors and Electric Clippers Try to Resurrect Royalty “He says the highway dust is over all” ~ Robert Frost, “The Oven Bird” He’s haunted by a curly-headed ghost. This younger male had royal, curly hair. When he was just a boy, he didn’t boast About its beauty...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2021 | AG, OL
The Alien I woke and saw it there above my bed, A shocking thing to look up to. At first It frightened—did a number on my head. Because of horror films, it wasn’t worst Of those I’ve seen, but, hey, it loomed obscene There, almost scaly, dried out...
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2020 | AG, EL, OL
Two Souls in One Body With me an extra self comes. He is gray, Not blond, just like a Troy Donahue Has been grayed out. The PC’s bright array Goes dim as if a mist damped down the view Of Surfside 6. This self hulks, wrinkled, in The background or takes over...
by phillipw | Jul 20, 2020 | AE, AG, AR, BE, ES, MA, PR, TR
Upon the Face of Agamemnon “and also he [King Priam of Troy] admires Agamemnon for his beauty” ~ Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae, XIII, 906 Forget that Helen for a moment. Think Of gorgeous men. The King of Troy could not Resist men’s beauty. Helen caused a stink That...
by phillipw | Jul 20, 2020 | AC, AG, DE, IM, PA, SC, TH
To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak. It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble. Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls. Occasionally Our history gives...
by phillipw | Jun 4, 2020 | AG, DI, GR, SA, SO
The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows. No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...
by phillipw | May 16, 2020 | AG, FA, Ho, LU, TR
It was (you may say) satisfactory Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When once there was a war above, not all Was wrong. The heft of heaven is the strength Of its stability. The walls, though tall, Are...
by phillipw | May 15, 2020 | AG, LO, MO, PA
Patroklus Love moves the sea. Love moves the thunder, sails And storms. Loves moves the ancient Greeks to Troy. At least that’s what the poets tell us. Nails Go into God’s own palms to cause the joy Of never ending love. At least that’s...
by phillipw | May 12, 2020 | AG, CH, DE, MO, ST
Human Sorrow is Pathetic Five years of death are not so long, although The first was black like Satan’s mind when he Was falling, Lucifer no longer. No Light then coming from him as the spree Of darkened angels hurtled hobbled to Their doom, their eyeballs roasted by...
by phillipw | Apr 17, 2020 | AE, AG, AN, BE, ES, PE
Peonies, Agamemnon, and the Iliad The peonies hold on in night-time dark. They fade and slacken to another kind Of loveliness. They do not know the stark Fate bearing down on them. Their pinks are blind, As blind as Homer in the palace of A king condemned by...
by phillipw | Mar 29, 2020 | AG, AN, GR
Classic Clarity Who’d want to read the ancient poets, myth And tales, because of facts? Aegean blue And empty temples, ancient gravesites with A beaten gold mask may be facts and true, But true enough? Excited Schliemann sends The king of Greece a...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | AG
Rumi Traceless Is anything as nameless as the God We wish that we could worship? Voiceless, we Are like an atheistic angel squad Mosaicked up on an infinitely High chanting ceiling, where the only light Is from the hanging candle lamps of void. The...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, Uncategorized
To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak. It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble. Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls. Occasionally Our history...
by phillipw | Jan 3, 2020 | AG, DI, LO
Its Message Like the Ring of Fire in an Annular Solar Eclipse Made by a Vivid Orb https://images.app.goo.gl/65cFVxwAkgtHNunF6 What is our planet but a little sphere Of blue, peculiar in the black of space, A blue embracing greens and orange, here And there the...
by phillipw | Nov 7, 2019 | AG, AT, SA
Santayana’s Christmas “There is no God and Mary is His Mother.” ~ George Santayana For Linda Pervier The flakes fall white. They form without a creed, . These make the leafless landscape supersede ….The pureness of the monomaniac. ….The cleanness of...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | AG
Agnosticism: les neiges d’antan “Home of a God they know, yet would not know” ~ (Sir) Roger Casement, “The Peak of the Cameroons I.” Who doesn’t recognize such feelings? We Have all of us had moments, days or years, When we don’t want our usual...