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Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc

Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc A scarlet leaf, a yellow one, a gold Flame leaf, an orange one, these rages yield Enough to cause a fire.  These colors scold The other seasons since they failed to wield Such passion.  They held hot as summer sun And cool...

“The mind is its own place”

   “The mind is its own place”     ~ Paradise Lost, Book I, Lines 221-270, John Milton The mind creates its own space/time inside A rumpled space in skulls.  The gravity In that dimension grows as long and wide As heaven and hell to hold depravity Of atom bombs and...

Fragile

               Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “…very witty and intelligent and divinely beautiful….But, alas, very fragile.”  Siegfried Sassoon writing to Henry Festing-Jones...

Can Freedom Be a Creed?

       Can Freedom Be a Creed? So…never mind twinned paradox (yet not Just two-word oxymoron).  “Freedom ruled,” Is what the English peasant poet taught. This writer did not need his knowledge schooled. John Clare, he should have been called Clear. ...

Autumn and the Spanish Steps

          Autumn and the Spanish Steps   Though waiting for the wind so long, the leaves Know patience, or at least they know no dread. The autumn wind is patient, too, perceives Their stoicism wearing orange and red, October yellow even, brighter in Their bravery. ...

Godly Stones Crying Out

            Godly Stones Crying Out   “to let him go for a scapegoat into the wilderness” Leviticus 16:10 The prophet’s tongue is loose.  It waggles, this Direction, that.  It solemnizes truth, Then censures it.  It gives Jehovah’s kiss But then his condemnation.  God...