by phillipw | Oct 9, 2019 | MA, ME
Never Surrendher I do not need to worry, I don’t think, That men will be reduced to little twerps By feminism. Underarms will stink In massive hairiness after the burps Of history. Men will not be tamed by cunts No matter how addictive those may be. Males...
by phillipw | Oct 7, 2019 | LO, ME
Smite the Rock My thoughts and words and realms are in a sealed Compartment, memory, that you must not Trespass until a signal makes me yield. What watchword? Yes, that moment which is fraught With love for both of us, a moment you Recall to me in such a way that...
by phillipw | Sep 21, 2019 | IC, ME
Life’s Memories are Iceberg-shaped ……………………………………..Wikipedia Our memories are iceberg shaped. We think The part above the waves is life, but, no, That’s just the ice...
by phillipw | Aug 28, 2019 | JA, ME
I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But… I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams. Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love Is sorceress Medea. Woman’s screams As he impales her rise so high above His gruntings that he almost disappears In nothingness. A...
by phillipw | Aug 25, 2019 | AE, AL, BU, FL, IN, LO, ME, NO
Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you. It looked like you, though. Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | Mc, ME
Linda Meant Beautiful Nostalgia is an ivory-silk bride’s dress From long ago locked sternly in amber. This type of wistfulness protects that tress You stole and treasure because the camber Of such dejection is extreme beyond Pink sentiment, especially if slipped...
