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Crippled Poets

        Crippled Poets Among the earliest of lines to spring And linger utterly till now are long Ones drawn from blinded eyes.  The verses sing Like prophets’ spirits which must see.  A song Of guts, the gods, and marrow-spills came out From manly depths behind the...

Words without Song:  a Sonnet

Words without Song:  a Sonnet [This sonnet sticks to all the rules for a sonnet except that it is laid out on the page as if it were five paragraphs of prose.] Is love a spate of rhyming in the veins? Or is it even less, a bit of plot (inside a thousand paperbacks)...

World Book

           World Book Is there a book which you would choose to be The World when this one is destroyed, say, slim Selections of this earth’s best poetry On silk imprinted and with gilded trim? Or would you choose an ivory book of runes Encrypting lost religions...

Two Sides of One Channel, Sea, or Ocean

Two Sides of One Channel, Sea, or Ocean Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A strand, another strand, two banks of one Wide river separate — but offer more. Exotic poetry entails a sun Unseen until the...

The Legends and the Gods, the Victors and Obliterations

The Legends and the Gods, the Victors and Obliterations Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The flow of cosmic history through this mote We call the world has always been a rush, Not slow like muddy...