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The Limits of Truth for Poets

The Limits of Truth for Poets Blood never runs as fast as water.  Streams And rivers, falls and cataracts flow With force as quick as torture does in screams But sometimes water courses, grudging, slow Down.  They are slow as cancer in its threat. Blood thickens but...

Where Epics and Divinities Come From

Where Epics and Divinities Come From Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The reason that the thought of God or gods Arose in man’s existence is like need For poetry. When humankind just plods Along, its heart...

Philosophy’s Cave

        Philosophy’s Cave Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Philosophy, the enemy of Keats, Is like an axe to kill that Eden tree, The Tree of Life.  The poets, they are cheats, Spews Plato, while they...

The Poor Boy and the Poor, Poor Joe

The Poor Boy and the Poor, Poor Joe* Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The little boy, not more than that, took out His gun to hunt for family’s food.  The dirt Patch farm was even worse than dirt.  Its...

He Has a Hidden Argo and Not in Monaco

He Has a Hidden Argo and Not in Monaco Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ‘‘Without going out of his door, he [the sage] knows everything in the world; without looking out of his window, he knows the Way of...

They More Royal than Her Majesty

They More Royal than Her Majesty Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The orange grove is far from shrouded with The fragrance of the orange blooms. They Are wrapped in rhapsody of bees.  The myth Is nectar,...