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There is No God

  There is No God Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our loves go on.  Mosquitoes come and go But mostly come as faithful as the saints Who hug their holiness as martyrs, slow To give up.  They avoid...

Prissy Harvard Scholars and Such Like

Prissy Harvard Scholars and Such Like Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It used to be that poetry was sung By nightingales and skylarks in the lines Of Keats and Shelley.  Shimmering odes were flung Out...

Perfume of Mockingbird

Perfume of Mockingbird Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A sadness hovers in the fact that things, Not just a few but many, have no voice. A tree however lovely never sings. It never speaks in sonnets to...

Whimpressionists

Whimpressionists   Impressionists depicted what they saw, Says one esteemed interpreter, what they Saw actually.  Well, anyone says, “Nah,” If s/he has ever looked.  They spew a spray Of specks and spots across the canvas, more A pretty mess than what we see.  We just...

And They Despise Villanelles, Too

And They Despise Villanelles, Too Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The near rectangularity of shape Of sonnets tempts at least a few to scorn Them: “Set too strict!’’  “Too much like freedom’s rape!’’ They...