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Only Lovers Cannot See Ahead

Only Lovers Cannot See Ahead Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem All kinds of lovers? Do we mean the sort Who love because of hot testosterone? Then maybe that is true. Such hormones thwart. The kind of...

Prospero Protecting his Hoard

Prospero Protecting his Hoard My kitty growls when he is given food He loves.  He can’t control himself.  Nope.  He Curmurs and hisses.  Really he is rude To those who feed him, goes into a spree Of crude expletives, hunkers down and grabs A mouthful just in case I...

Turbulent March and Hot July

Turbulent March and Hot July In Rome the god of war and youth was Mars. This nodded to the young men who would die From March and onwards, or who grasped hard scars And heroism.  That god might imply Far more since he could not resist the charms His sister, Venus,...