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The Beginnings and the End

 The Beginnings and the End Why is it that the dark is at the start, Like bats in caverns, always?  “Let there be Light” presupposes black.  The human heart Is desperate and wicked.  (Who can see That?  Everyone who thinks.)  The sperm that made You came from darkness...

Remember, Remember Not

Remember, Remember Not Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pause. Think of all the beauty lost in time, The beauties are hidden in the loss of days We never think of, beauties lost by crime, Like...

Stud Poker

               Stud Poker Philosophers…they don’t know any more About The Truth than Greek pig farmers do. The rest of us not part of these two poor Groups (salesmen, poets, priests…) don’t have a clue. A prophet and a Plato come along. They have...

The Clearest, Flawless Sonnet

    The Clearest, Flawless Sonnet A sonnet made of silence set in lines Of comet-white intensity I want, The music of the spheres as heard in shrines Of Taj Mahal shaped characters, a font Of purest marble alphabets that shine Inside because of soundless Klieg light...

Distortions of the Lovely in Ancient Greece

Distortions of the Lovely in Ancient Greece The beautiful in ancient times could see Themselves less perfectly than we can view Ourselves.  A pond might give a good degree Of truth in its reflection, even blue Of eye and undistorted skin and shape, But other mirrors...