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The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil

The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil            Christ’s Object Lessons Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I, like the bearded mage of the tales, knew the language of stones and flowers. ~ Lorca,...

They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands

  They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Two men are bowing at the crossroads to Each other.  Though already distant they Grow fainter even as they set off...

Insights

                    Insights The pint-sized Jamie held his arms out wide To show how big the peony had spread Those petals.  “Big like this!” he smiled.  He tried Hyperbole the first time.  He had shed Mere factuality for larger truth. Young Yank, he aimed for...

Who Can Know?

               Who Can Know? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It seems that God (or gods) goes moving through The dawn invaded by exhaustion in The night.  The hormone tentacles construe The twilight...

Absence Forbidden by Anamnesis

Absence Forbidden by Anamnesis Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Pure absence is unknown—as long as mind Retains the memory, absence is denied. An ancient poet, wandering and blind, Can see that fact. ...