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He Wore his Royal Robes to Lead Out in Matins and Vespers

He Wore his Royal Robes to Lead Out in Matins and Vespers Some lines of verse by Robert King of France Sing, simply pious, from one thousand years Gone by.  We analyze them, though, askance Because his holiness had fatal fears Like flaming coals inside it.  He was so...

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains Odysseus decides he will not die. This glares as clear to him as April light On Ithaca.  He knows this is awry So he will have to trick the gods.  Some sleight Of mental hand will come to him in time. He guesses he will have...

Hearing Deafly

            Hearing Deafly Romantics are like oceans, deep, disturbed, And wide.  Unfathomed parts of them require Attention for this art.  Their depths, perturbed Like Christ’s Bethesda or by coal mines’ fire, Impact the darkness and are meant to treat Our...

Πιερία Pieria

               Πιερία Pieria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pieria was laid with plains and peaks, The highest one Olympus, when the gods Set forth the world.  Poseidon’s seashore speaks And gives...

To the King of Greece

    To the King of Greece The past attempts to speak.  It tries to talk With words and other ruined things like stones That lie in heaps or carved acanthus stalk Of leaves in marble.  Sometimes vellum tones Come up from opened scrolls.  Occasionally Our history gives...