by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | 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 an orange...
by phillipw | Oct 30, 2019 | FR, LO, RE
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 Of it, as...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
What St. Teresa Felt at the Time She Suffered Christ’s Stigmata It’s like I’ve learned to breathe submerged Beneath the souls of those I loved or in Their depths. This floating inhalation urged Itself inside the universe, the twin Of normal panting—only now the...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
What St. Francis Felt at the Time He Suffered Christ’s Stigmata It’s like I’ve learned to breathe submerged Beneath the souls of those I loved or in Their depths. This floating inhalation urged Itself inside the universe, the twin Of normal panting—only now the...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2019 | LO
You Know Its Name Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The loveliest and brightest of the grand Ideals is stretched aloft — or hovers far above The skies. It is a queen with wings’ command....
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2019 | LO, MA
The Largest Composition All will be lyricism when you tell Me of your love. A rich sonority Will sing its way through words, and chords will swell In rhythms and in rhymes. Authority Will dwell forever in the patterns of Those highest forms of art combined with...
