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Entasis

  Entasis Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The curve of beauty comes more often than The strictness of the straightness made by hands. In fact Greek pillars made by thinking man Require a curve in...

Fraught and not Fraught

     Fraught and not Fraught [Today, October 7, 2023, I bought Abhishek’s wedding ring.] Where only black and gold are, gods will lie In wait. The black ones are uncountable, The gold ones only three.   The black ones fly Around and in us, unsurmountable The...

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale A mother nearly stumbles in beside The beds, each boy in misery of flu As if in torture chambers.  They have cried Themselves to whimpering sleep like kittens mew When dying.  Husband also mashed down, slammed In fever,...

The Bride

                The Bride If Tennyson had crushed that flower in The crannied wall, would he have known what God And man are?  Would that poet know what sin And Christ’s theodicy are?  Overawed Is what this rhymester wanted most to be. He didn’t really...

Superbland

            Superbland Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  That so-called Superman is not so great. Never writes a sonnet sequence in Ten seconds (OR far fewer).  Second-rate He is.  At speeding-bullet...