by phillipw | Apr 15, 2020 | CH, ST
Giant The redwood hulks above the other trees Just here in Bracknell, right across the road From undistinguished houses. In a breeze The meaningless trunk looms as if to goad Some god that I am unacquainted with. It used to be that I remembered to Look...
by phillipw | Apr 8, 2020 | CH, ST
A Journey A calmness settles, not a numbness. Trees I pass, that used to drip with pain and drop Their leaves in orange sorrow, only please With steadiness of green. They hold a crop Of new, or dark, or waving apples, leaves Or needles. Fields no...
by phillipw | Apr 4, 2020 | AN, CH, OL, PA
776 B.C. to 393 A.D. The sprint, the one event, the only race Was solemn, sacred, holy. Gods leaned down And over clouds to watch a handsome face Push forward to deserve the victor’s crown. No one, except those gods perhaps, could know Just how...
by phillipw | Apr 3, 2020 | BE, BO, CE, CH
People are Starving in South Sudan (This poem has many illustrations. Keep going till you have read the rhyming couplet.) “A macaroon! A macaroon! “I cannot live without a macaroon!” ~ Pierrot, Aria da Capo by Edna St. Vincent Millay “We live in an...
by phillipw | Apr 2, 2020 | CH, UN
And Tufted Tail and Swirled Upward Groove in Single Horn I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china. ~ Oscar Wilde I have a perfect little china cup, Just one. Its shape is perfect like the waist Of Scarlett’s dress when she is all cinched...
by phillipw | Mar 21, 2020 | CH, ST
He Actually Had a Beautiful, Twirly Handlebar Moustache The picture printed on his funeral sheet Is almost nothing like the man. He wears A coat and tie. They make him look as neat As some square ’50s guy who never swears And never even smokes tobacco, much Less...
