by phillipw | Sep 17, 2020 | AN, AS, GR, HE, JE, PY, TR
Infant Mild and Astyanax, the Son of Hector, Hidden in Hector’s Tomb Our western world begins its dating with The birth of one warm glowing baby. Glow And gilding in the paintings are like myth. They make truth truer. Little foot and toe On manger straw are our...
by phillipw | Sep 16, 2020 | HE, JE, JU
Veiled Olympus and the Heavenly Sanctuary, with His Camouflaging Masculine Vestments God pours from jars of bounty in his halls, The jars of pleasure and of sorrow. Both. We men and women make our chorused calls From earth below. We call in prayers for growth Of...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2020 | FE, HE, ME, SE, ST, WO
How Men Feel about Women Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We feel that they are hostesses. That’s best. That’s how they are at best. They have long hair (At best) but short will do. We like the...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2020 | HA, HE, LO, MA
Coronary Complications Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem First call up bigness, heft, and volume of A manly fist which grasps as much of dirt As it can hold and does not want a shove From God to make...
by phillipw | Jul 28, 2020 | AT, DE, HE, MO, PE, PO, VE
Their Painted Desert Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem They wait. They wait beneath. They wait below Us, we who live. Some wait in mud like Peat Men sacrificed for long lost reasons. Woe Is far...
by phillipw | Jul 28, 2020 | HE, TR
It’s All We Have The landscape that we know touchingly we Refer to as the present. It is what We map and that is all. We cannot see The facts of other times or see the strut Of future or of past. “The noo,” as Scots Pronounce it, is our limit. We pretend...
