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The Point of Greens

         The Point of Greens Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The scents are green in golf.  They are the green Of grass, and hope, and promise, and of rest. Perhaps they are the green of youth as seen...

More a God-like Tease

     More a God-like Tease Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine if the murdered victims, all Of them, in ethnic cleansing, had their names Carved in a frieze in heaven on a tall Throne, high as...

The Satin Play Pretty

      The Satin Play Pretty They play.  They play at slaughter.  That is why Huỳnh Tấn Hậu Unsplash Community Their faces look so solemn as they claw, The Sphynx beneath a pharaonic sky. They sneer in silence at the thought that awe For life in creatures that they...

The Cape

               The Cape Consider what the cape desires.  It wants to see The clouds of birds that used to fly above It in their immemorial paths, sea And sea and sea beneath their search for love And nestlings.  Cape  Canaveral wants the white And white and white...

A Strangely Shaped Medieval Codex

A Strangely Shaped Medieval Codex His mind is like a sky-shaped border on The upper arc inside a vellum book, A circle-shaped one with a scene of dawn Enclosed within it like a sidereal hook, A scene aurora-like but from a monkish mind Producing manuscripts with hues...

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London

   Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden...