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Noxymoron

                    Noxymoron The paradox of New Year’s midnight Eves Is ever new and ever old because The endless carries on.  The moment cleaves The past from present in unchanging laws And also causes pasts and presents to Cleave hard together changelessly the...

Phantom

           Phantom A special shadow might reveal much worse, Much more than just a silhouette of shade That trails you.  It might cast a hex or curse That clings because of sly mistakes you made So long ago you thought that you should not Be punished for them, or the...

Ceaseless Becoming

         Ceaseless Becoming Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Things do not begin with a capital letter and end with a full stop; there is simply ceaseless becoming.”  R. H. Blyth For Bonnie...

Young Hearts upon a Massachusetts Plane

Young Hearts upon a Massachusetts Plane More beautiful than ghost-like, they are real, The skaters on the winter pond at night. They swerve around and skim about on steel, On circle (pond), make ovals as in flight, December birds whose wings are skates along The...

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists Not everything must be about the spiked Coronavirus.  Tell the media And they would laugh.  You see that they are dyked Up, blocked bowels.  Encyclopedia Materials imply ten thousand things That could be focused on instead, but,...

Art for Farts’ Sake

       Art for Farts’ Sake The monstrous lack of any sense in art Was followed by the monstrous lack of sense In thinking and philosophy .  The part Of Derrida and Deconstruction’s dense Offensive springs to mind.  A crazed theory Of this and that philosopher in turn...