by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
What Kind of Place is Fit for Men? …………”L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine What kind of place is fit for hommes who want To make a London nest together, one Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt Perhaps, or maybe some...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | AR, LO, RI, VE
What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge The worst conclusion to a crimson bout Of love is truth. We sniff the smell of facts And they are ugly mumbles. With his snout The poet gets the scent. His heart reacts Like pack hounds to the trail a cognac fox...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | LO, RO
Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man ….. Endeavoring to walk the world, every part...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2020 | LO, MA, RO
Worst Sexual Position The worst conclusion ever to a bout Of love is not a death, for it is pure Like heat inside the sun, not like a shout Of flaring limb, for death is sure. The worst conclusion ever to a love Is not a fight or argument made up Of accusations,...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | LO, RO
Compacted Oh, I am fortune’s fool! The man in love is like a soldier bound For danger. Women walk like ghosts in love, The menace and its wounding all around Them. Love is like an Iron Maiden glove Which harms the hand that...
by phillipw | Mar 3, 2020 | CO, DA, DI, LO, RO
eatrice Portinari In fear consume my heart. The flames you cause Inside it and around it should spark fright Because their fierceness ought to give you pause. Be brave, though. Let your mouth and heart find might To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread....
