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If Adam Had Rejected Eve

          If Adam Had Rejected Eve   All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made.  John 1:3     No finger ring could hold the type of rose Called peony, so rings adorned with gems Are substitutes.  These glints are cheapest prose,...

The Tulip at Daybreak

The tulip’s petals hold a white so pure Perfection cannot show the dew.  Each edge, Ideal within its curve, is like a sure White ojee, or a prophet’s sword-like pledge In Amritsar.  The tulip’s petals hold A purity geometry of shapes Can only wish...

Fast

                            Fast I lay my hands against his fur.  Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane.  My fingers warm his back And side.  They warm me, too.  My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green.  This calm...

Tongues as of Fire

If men desire to find belief, to sing It out through throats works best to make the soul Embrace it.  This will make the sought faith zing Behind their hearts and manliness’s whole. The faith will throb straight through the tenor throats, The baritones and basses’...

Peony Darker Pink Speckling

                    Peony Darker Pink Speckling Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The mottling that comes before the death Of peonies is beautiful and yet An ugliness, a patent shibboleth Belonging to...

Shunning

                         Shunning Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He could have broken off the rose, its pinks And petals.  Hands veered past.  Perhaps he saw The curvatures as sacred, or the winks...