by phillipw | Jan 29, 2020 | PO
Truths and Lies He used to read a lot, but now he lives And writes. The smallest, ordinary things Can spill out sonnets on the page. Each gives Him evidence that he’s a poet, sings The proof with newest melody and signs. He doesn’t need a prophet...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2020 | PO
I Never Had Sex with that Woman “Where every prospect pleases and only man is vile.” ~ Isaac Watts The only thing in Africa that has Some dignity is wildlife on the plains. Hypocrisy and all the human jazz Are what spread evil. Even in the pains Of death impalas cast...
by phillipw | Jan 23, 2020 | AN, GR, PO
Grammar as Salvation: Strabo, Dionysius of Halicarnassus, Longinus and Demetrius Grammarians saved poetry for us. They saved immortal poetry that would Have died except they loved making a fuss About small points of style. This brotherhood Of...
by phillipw | Jan 14, 2020 | PO
The New or the True Perhaps it is a false dilemma in That sometimes what is new contains the real And what is old is sullied with the sin Of boredom, truth that doesn’t make us feel Its force but leaves us yawning. Still, if truth Is lost in cleverness, the...
by phillipw | Jan 5, 2020 | PO, WR
For the Aegenitan Lad Who Won the Pankration “From every ship and boat, my song” ~ Pindar, Nemean Ode 5 We wonder if some ancient sailors sang The lines of Pindar as they crossed the seas Below their masts and not in seamen’s slang. They chanted lines from odes, or...
by phillipw | Jan 1, 2020 | CO, PO
England Travels to the Equator ….. The oak tree, royal in another land Where roses thrive and make the air go still With orange, pink and purple scents, is spanned By English summer breezes, those that spill Across the squirrel’s nest and garden lawns And take...
