by phillipw | Apr 1, 2020 | BE, MI
Like Shalimar by Guerlain Beauty is the wonder. The truth is there For all to see, touch, hear, or taste, or smell. The skin on young ones and their curly hair, The sound of clearest singing of a bell On Easter, each is wondrous miracle Enough. The tastes on tongue...
by phillipw | Dec 31, 2019 | MI, SE
Sisters Each spirit whispers like a softened snake, “You know you’d rather be another soul, A heroine who’s burning at the stake, Or at the very least a silky pole Dancer snorting up the lines of cocaine Stuffed crudely in her g-string by a player....
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | AL, AL, ME, MI
Mists Does mist mean something in the mind? Besides The coming of dementia with its fog Of numb remembrance, Alzheimer’s knife slides Right through the brain. Schizophrenia’s Gog And Magog thrust an Armageddon in The very citadel of logic. Does...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | MI
All Depends on Angle That moment feared, when beauty’s going past, Winks out at her. Thin silver backing on The shallow glass predicts slow motion blast Of wrinkles and of sag. It shows the dawn Of desiccation and of droop. Her man (The darling) hasn’t...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | MI
Doucer “Celui qui n’a pas vécu au dix-huitième siècle avant la Révolution ne connaît pas la douceur de vivre”: (“Those who haven’t lived in the eighteenth century before the Revolution do not know the sweetness of living”) Belle France has...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2019 | KI, MI
Lightest Dusky Orange, Pearly Grey, and Softest White; Her He Should Have Worshiped Poor little darling Minon got ahead In life by starting from behind. They dumped Her in the basement. She hunted bread To keep from death. From that bad start she jumped To...
