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Never Mind Astrophel and Stella

          Never Mind Astrophel and Stella Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem http://www.phillipwhidden.com/wp-content/uploads/2025/09/star-exploding-208576_large.mp4 If sonnets are supposed to be about Love,...

Entropy’s Final Nothing

        Entropy’s Final Nothing Millennia before I died, the time Before me stretched far backward . . . backward — far The eons lay in lifeless silence.  Slime Began to grow as if with plans.  A star Looked down and saw no life.  Some cells appeared Inside some mud,...

Twilight, No Morning Star

      Twilight, No Morning Star Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The sunset croons a lullaby to trees In rows of dark . . . then darker green.  The sun Goes down on orange blossoms in a breeze As warm as...

Death versus Poetry’s Continuing Life

  Death versus Poetry’s Continuing Life Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Death looks for me among the orange groves where I lived my childhood nights and days.  I left Them long ago, their seaweed...

Malagueñas

                        Malagueñas The music of the tavern comes on black Flamenco stallions.  Horseshoes cause the banged Out rhythm.  Death is seldom Spanish slack Though always sweatless.  Drinkers are harrangued With songs that rise from olive groves too old To...