Above the Big Old White-paged Bible She Held, Though Below It

Above the Big Old White-paged Bible She Held, Though Below It

Above the Big Old White-paged Bible She Held, Though Below It Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  She did not have to breathe.  Why breathe when lungs Were lifted into visions and in trance With Christ and...

Heroic

                        Heroic   The autumn brings the woods to life at last, The life of splendor made of God and light, The light and colors dreamed of though more vast Than men imagine even in a rite Of Orthodox and patriarchal sheen Of silk, embroidery.  The...

Seamless Spirit and Muons

                                Seamless Spirit and Muons Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The primitives...

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...

Yearnings

                      Yearnings White clouds are lovelier or much more bright Than high blue domes.  The sky above them both, And clouds and Orthodox cathedral, write A trinity of beauty, God’s own oath. A prayer for monks to chant these three compete. A shape of...

Bright Young Men Know Better

Bright Young Men Know Better The sun god sits in golden light upon A golden throne and sends out golden beams. The robe he wears is purple prinked at dawn With rose gold frets, Greek frets.  His presence streams From in his palace in the farthest east, An east beyond...

Unbalanced Gods

          Unbalanced Gods   “I the LORD thy God am a jealous God” ~ Exodus 20:5   Prometheus was never praised, adored Or worshiped like true ancient gods required. Demanding sacrifices for reward Of favors, those were monsters.  They inspired Deep superstition, or at...

Gleaned from the Darkly Glowing Web

 Gleaned from the Darkly Glowing Web Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The rightwing ravings from a friend of long Ago are like the readings in a mind Inside an ancient prophet with a strong Dementia...

Wedding Wings:  Hymenoptera

        Wedding Wings:  Hymenoptera The thought of weddings brings a joy to some, The brides and grooms in white and black, perhaps To mothers of the brides.  Joys overcome The nagging doubts, but joys tend to lapse. Among the guests the odd one here and there...

Clarity and Confusion

                  Clarity and Confusion Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He shows contentment with his claws.  A paw In whiteness stretches out and claws curve out Of white and pink.  The curves of...

Empty Charms Replaced His Stunning Charm

Empty Charms Replaced His Stunning Charm — Two Sutured Sonnets The media in ignorance gets in The way of people’s understanding of The truth.  They put a glossy glamor spin On heroes and then shy away from love That falls outside the types that Christians would...

Straight Road Willows

                        Straight Road Willows Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The friend has gone along the long straight road With willows all along on left and right. Their greenness does not...

Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is like Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven

     A Skin-deep Sea in a Fake Heaven The depths of shallowness are what the stars Dive into.  Starlit deeps make slickness glow Like Barbarella dressed for sex-grooved Mars, Or Marilyn with one leg raised to show The blue pool has not killed her yet.  Like Wilde...

Elizabeth Taylor Never Managed Bangles to Compete with THAT

Elizabeth Taylor Never Managed Bangles to Compete with THAT Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When class means one thing in Great Britain, class Means something else in Hollywood.  It’s glitz There, glitz...

Self-envy

                    Self-envy I suffer from that rarest illness, called Self-envy. Everyone, it seems, but me Is desperate, as if they each are walled Up in a prison or are like a quay That no ships come to, ever, but my days And nights are full. I have a cat who...

Cosmic Encryption Broadcast Wide as Bach

Cosmic Encryption Broadcast Wide as Bach The mounting skylark sings the song of world Religions everywhere.  The leap from ground To piercing toward the stratosphere is swirled With incandescent notes.  The lark has found The meaning of the universe and sets Itself...

Jeff and Richard

            Jeff and Richard Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When males are born, they have the chance to be Men, toiling on a farm in sweat and muck, Or fishing in the roiling waves the sea Throws...

Miraculous Bunkum

     Miraculous Bunkum The minds of pilgrims plod along because They lack the gifts required to see without A relic.  Hunkered there inside its gauze Of cloth of gold as if in holy pout, It waits for priests to open up its box Or gate, the reliquary encrusted with  ...

The Bridegroom

            The Bridegroom   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He wakes up in the bridal bed.  The sheets Are white but crumpled.  She is slumped beside Him in a different sleep.  Her throat pulse...

Perverse Psychology

            Perverse Psychology Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I keep on losing arguments with me. I don’t like losing them with anyone But it’s far worse (a serendipity Unwanted) to face up to...

Implacable

Implacable Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “The sea is as deepe in a calme as in a storme.” ~ John Donne, Sermons, Mundus Mari “If hypothetically Mount Everest were placed into the trench at this...

Eons

               Eons Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The centuries long committed to the sound Of silence have forgotten colors too. We cannot know these times.  They are a mound, That opened, offers...

There to Efface Himself in Ecstasy

There to Efface Himself in Ecstasy Religious? There to efface himself in Ecstasy he flailed about.  Yes, he tried Cocaine at first and, lolling in that sin, He won election victory as he fried His brain that way.  Of course he used plain Ole dope as well but somehow...

Antarctic Ambivalence

        Antarctic Ambivalence Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We think of death . . . and warmth is hardly part Of such reflection.  Buddha does not think Of death as much as he attempts to chart The...

Love’s Predestination

       Love’s Predestination The baby Cain asleep upon the breast Of Eve with Adam looking fondly on Would be enough to make the sight arrest Unease in anyone.  At that white dawn Of motherhood with Eve as God designed Her lovingly, her man as beautiful In her fond...

Monism Teaches Oneness 一如 (Ichinyo)

Monism Teaches Oneness 一如 (Ichinyo) Shirobotan aru no tsuki ni kuzurekeri   The white peony; At the moon, one evening, It crumbled and fell.           ~Shiki Translations are quite tricky things.  They ask For huge commitment from the ones who try To make them.  Those...

Dual Supplication against Death

Dual Supplication against Death The flower burns its whitest white but not Alone.  Beside it in the window glows A candle in the evening air so taut The flame burns on without a flicker.  Those Who know the truth can see that light is light In spirit even when the...

The Trappings of Romance

  The Trappings of Romance He’d clamped his lips together both to halt His making shouts—and calling out that name. He knew that theirs had been a wild assault Against his nature.  It had been his shame. The yellow hair that clung about the head Was stylish in the...

Moanasteries, More Like

             Moanasteries, More Like Most prayers are cramped things.  They are far too full Of names, though mostly just the one, your name. Prayers think that childishly their words may pull A loveless god (or God) to feel some shame For not observing our exactest...

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!”

“The Isles of Greece, the Isles of Greece!” The icons looking over valleys down Beneath, and over hills across the way, Are placed to shine like jewels on a crown. This crown looks far to mountains where priests pray And past the harbors where boats wait before They...

Gabriel or Lucifer?

     Gabriel or Lucifer? My cat is like an angel when he dreams, An angel from the furry realms of God. It is as if he more than merely seems To be archangel-like, a cat who’s awed By holy visions twitching in his paws, And lies angelic in his twitching calm. His...

Conjurors versus Christians

   Conjurors versus Christians The caves are sacred everywhere.  Their dark Prepares us for epiphanies, obscure Pronouncements, and a sibilant remark Wrapped up in mystery.  The caves immure The unimagined as on painted walls. The buoyant deer and horses floating...

Revenant Religion

           Revenant Religion The ancient skies were filled with gods and gods And gods.  We sickened of them, most of them. The priests and prophets held them up at odds With us.  The gods were one vile diadem That crowned creation.  But these gods were red As death...

Who is Healed?

            Who is Healed? “I stand up to see thighs covered in blood and semen and sweat, and I heal.  I heal.”  ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls The sight transfigures. It ennobles.  Eyes Become the prophets of a sainthood’s view. A holiness of liquids comes in...

Zyklon B

            Zyklon B The darkness hangs so heavy it might make A sound if struck.  The darkness is like black So weighty nightmares might begin to shake If they encountered it.  Hearts might attack It.   Hearts are only hearts, though.  They are made Of  blood and...

Innocent Intentions in Love

  Innocent Intentions in Love Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He chose a love perpetual those years Ago.  His kind of love has been around Since men began to fall in love with tears. He knew, but did...

Conversion at the Cliff Edge of the Great Rift Valley

Some readers may find this piece offensive.  If you think you might be offended, please do not read it. Conversion at the Cliff Edge of the Great Rift Valley Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Beyond...

Upon the Face of Agamemnon

Upon the Face of Agamemnon “and also he [King Priam of Troy] admires Agamemnon for his beauty” ~ Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae, XIII, 906 Forget that Helen for a moment.  Think Of gorgeous men.  The King of Troy could not Resist men’s beauty.  Helen caused a stink That...

True Love

             True Love                 For Charles Randall Stanfield   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats...

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London

   Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden...

Some Myths are Far More Real

Some Myths are Far More Real “Orpheus is a hero, not a god, and a hero more valuable than most gods, just as Prometheus was.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 21 The gods are less than Orpheus of Thrace. Gods loomed up large but they were never real. Majestic for a...

Ruined Myth and Heavy Reality

Ruined Myth and Heavy Reality Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The pillars look more like some backbones stripped Of skin and muscle than Apollo’s space In Delphi and are squat and stodgy, chipped And...

Heroes, Victims, and Poseidon

Heroes, Victims, and Poseidon The metre of ancient Greek poetry succeeds in “achieving a length and complexity that are unusual in the heroic verse of other literatures.”  ~ Michael Grant, The Rise of the Greeks, 325, as quoted in Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 16....

Epicinian:  Poetry Is a Victory if We Do Not Bastardize It

Epicinian:  Poetry Is a Victory if We Do Not Bastardize It “The continuous efforts of English poets in every generation to rediscover a ‘language really used by men’ would have been incomprehensible to a[n ancient] Greek.’” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 15,...

A Sacred Prize

         A Sacred Prize Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse Gods used to care about men’s singing love And poetry.  A victory in song Made up of music and male words above The rest in contests was akin to strong Success in battle. ...

Talleyrand & Gouveneur Morris Crippled Twinning

Talleyrand & Gouveneur Morris Crippled Twinning “Your character is such that you destroy Unhappiness much faster than can fate Create its sadnesses,” said Monstesquiou To Adelaïde, who had the lovely trait Of being charming Countess de Flahaut— Which meant that...

A Common Prayer for Honesty

A Common Prayer for Honesty Psalm 52:1 ‘an anthem in five parts, “Why boasteth thou thyself,” the second section adding a solo quartet, making a good nine-part work (1865).’ ~ Emily Daymond This criticism of himself becomes The context of his later anthem, “Why...

Simian Wound to Greece

Simian Wound to Greece “The new Greek king, Alexander, … was out walking his wolfhound, Fritz … and the dog was attacked by a tame Spanish monkey.  While trying to release the monkey from Fritz’s teeth, the king was attacked by its mate and severely bitten...

The Little Prince Who Grew

The Little Prince Who Grew   Like me he grew up slim and sturdy, blond As Greece or Florida in sun. He crawled And stood up.  Women around us were fond Of gold smiles, Philip and Phillip.  They mauled Us with their cuddling kisses.  We were fine, Right through it all,...

Arcachon, Summer, 1923, White-Blond Hair

Arcachon, Summer, 1923,        White-Blond Hair “quite too adorable for words, a perfect pet, so grown  up & speaks quite a lot & uses grand phrases.  He is the sturdiest little boy I have ever seen & I can’t say he is spoilt.’  ~ Louise, Queen of Sweden,...

What Comes from Having    a British Housekeeper

What Comes from Having    a British Housekeeper He, raised on Scottish  porridge in the land Of ancient Greeks, on tapioca, rice, And other British blandness, grows a gland Enlarged enough that it can thrust and slice Its way to royal climax in a queen. That phyllo...

Even as an Actor in Macbeth

Even as an Actor in Macbeth Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He wore a white gold crown wherever he Was living, Denmark, Greece, and also here In Scotland and in England.  Like a spree Of happiness, he...

Queen Mary & the Governess:            Ho Hum Hussies The queen of England met the young Greek prince. She said he was quite nice and had blue eyes. Her Majesty flunked the test to evince The slightest insight.  That is no surprise. Queen Mary was just a bloody...

Battered Porphyry

      Battered Porphyry ‘The eldest girl, Ria, was in plaster up to her hips for four years as a result of a bad fall, and Hélène [Foufounis] later described how Philip would sit for long periods next to her [Ria’s] bed talking to her, refusing to be lured away by the...

 Sneakiness and Bravery

  Sneakiness and Bravery The prankish prince observed, but not too well. His friend and he had seen the Arabs ply Their Persian carpets on the beach.  To sell Some, Philip and Ianni had to shy Examples from the house and then both tried To hawk them door to door.  It...

More than Just Blue Eyes

More than Just Blue Eyes His family was as full of grief as most Extended ones, blue of flowers more Like purple though.  While on the Baltic coast With Alexandra sporting on the shore Perhaps he temporarily forgot Along with her King Alexander’s death. They played in...

Prince of Pigs

               Prince of Pigs ……………….. Who needs an enemy when kinfolk will Suffice?  Close kin are guaranteed the best Assassins of your character.  They spill The pigsty beans.  That’s one great litmus test Of families.  Princess...

The Foal Who Might Have Been an Untamed Stallion

The Foal Who Might Have Been an Untamed Stallion A prince was just a swimming boy once (Though destined for the polo course), but still A little lad like others . . . and no dunce About controlling nannies.  He was shrill In his refusal to be bossed around There on...

He Would NEVER Have Been that Mean

He Would NEVER Have Been that Mean What turns a selfish, show-off  boy to just Another henpecked husband?  Upside down This Philip always had a childish lust For getting quick attention like a clown By standing on his head when guests arrived. At Villa Georges the...

Mother’s Unhinged Love, Father’s Unrepentant Loves

Mother’s Unhinged Love, Father’s Unrepentant Loves A blond much raised without his parents through His early years may be quite different from A brown-haired boy whose blood is far less blue. Instead of royal meals he got a crumb Or two from palace tables.  Father had...

H.R.H. Prince Philip

    H.R.H. Prince Philip His limbs have shrunk. The skin is slack And wrinkled like his balls have always been Though it is paler, thinner than that sack. The hairs that used to stick out from each shin Evaporated years ago and yet She still remembers him hunching...

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)...

Prospero Between my Legs

     Prospero Between my Legs My cat is lying on my duvet just Between my spread out thighs and calves and knees. That means he loves me or that he can trust Me. Earlier he did it, not to please Me but for pleasure for himself. He got Excited, though. The situation...

Prezioso’s Precious Pets

  Prezioso’s Precious Pets The only thing better than a kitten Is . . . kittens!  The only thing dafter than A full-grown, hairy man fondly smitten By such fur balls is . . . a man and a man Completely stupid over them.  But then There’s something worse:  Antonio in...

H.R.H. Prince Philip

    H.R.H. Prince Philip His limbs have shrunk. The skin is slack And wrinkled like his balls have always been Though it is paler, thinner than that sack. The hairs that used to stick out from each shin Evaporated years ago and yet She still remembers him hunching...

Food Vincit Omnia

            Food Vincit Omnia Today as Prospero came bounding in When he was called for breakfast, his black tail Was whanged out wide.  He clearly thought a sin Had been committed, that some other male Had dared to enter our cat’s little patch Of territory, or...

Zip, Zap, Slap

Zip, Zap, Slap Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem That oops-ish, Oh My Gosh-ish feeling comes https://www.bwpawards.org/winners2017#&gid=1&pid=1 Sometimes, yes even to an amphipod It seems. The...

Appearances

           Appearances I go to choral evensong and sit In regal beauty in the queen’s own free Saint George’s Chapel.  I have used my spit To cut the pain a corn has caused to me When I put on my snakeskin shoes, the blue ………. Ones, Hugo Boss. ...

Unmasked

               Unmasked I never dreamed I’d be a drag queen on God’s Grand Canal, a golden-nylon-haired One with the face of Princess Di, a swan That Dalí would be proud of, if he dared. I never dreamed I’d be impregnated By Charles, the Prince of Wales, while riding...

Peace Accord

     Peace Accord He doesn’t, if he understands and knows His master is not angry. He has learned We do not want him through that door. He goes To stare out longingly. Romeo burned Less fervently for Juliet than our Pet, Prospero, desires to use that front Way. Still,...

Earliest Poetry

       Earliest Poetry The sunlight, bright as gods could ever hope To be, fell down on isthmus, valley, sea, On life and death, and limestone mountain slope Before mere humans. Greece, as it would be, Was meant for poetry but did not know It. Men and women and their...

Primeval Productions of I

   Primeval Productions of I The Prophets were the first to stand out stark As individuals, distinct as freaks From sideshows in a kindergarten park. God made them with their molten streaks In beards.  They did not want to be that way But they were branded by Jehovah,...

Pro Procrastination

     Pro Procrastination Name anything delectable as pro… Crastination. Nope, I thought you couldn’t, Especially when spiced with bravado Because of future dangers. You wouldn’t Enjoy it half so much if there weren’t risk Of getting punished for it later. Your...

Besides, I’m the Foreigner

[This is about one of the guards at the entrance to the Rare Books and Music Reading Room.]   Besides, I’m the Foreigner I like him for his gentle, almost sly Smile, nearly shy, but, no, not quite.  A smile That’s mostly in the lips but in the eye Is boosted on a face...

The Deaths of Mad Queens

   The Deaths of Mad Queens The heroines in Racine’s tragedies Are monsters, dignities destroyed by heat Of passion harder than a marble frieze, Rock lust for man or boy.  Queens’ hearts replete With rage and love, this royalty is blind As Oedipus’s eyes with jelly...

Josquin des Prez

          Josquin des Prez Polyphony of beauty and of voice Without obscuring instrumental sound Made churches of the Renaissance rejoice And made Josquin des Prez’s chansons bound From palaces to houses of the whores. But where is Josquin now?  He carved his name...

Short-term and Long-term Fulfilment

Short-term and Long-term Fulfilment Wikipedia Those women who collaborated (fucked) With Nazi males (and females?) there in Gay Paree, who opened German trousers, sucked Out furs, foie gras, and francs along with spray From Korporals’ balls, were dragged into the...

Prospero’s Priorities: He Goes Straight Out the Door

Prospero’s Priorities: He Goes Straight Out the Door My cat believes that he should be a cat. He knows that he’s conflicted in this thing: He thinks he’s tip top, an aristocrat, And so deserves each comfort I can bring Such as a heated mat and that his man Should...

Chapel Royal, St. George’s, Windsor Castle

Chapel Royal, St. George’s, Windsor Castle Exodus 34:7 Numbers 14:18 Deuteronomy 5:9 Psalm 79:8 Psalm 109:14          “The night that is gone, to following night” We all are simulacrams of the past. Our pasts and ancestors are forever Gone;  no, they...

Your Death Will Not Be Love

Your Death Will Not Be Love Your death will not be in the order of The alphabet.  Destruction comes as planned By God (predestination) from his love, From luck (though thinkers cannot understand That concept), or from nothing more than chance. Extinction doesn’t...

Christ! Too! Late!

     Christ!  Too!  Late! Before that sandbar, Florida, arose, Before cold water filled Lake Erie’s deeps, Before the last two northern glacier flows Crawled down the top of Europe and left heaps Of house-sized bounders stranded in peat bogs, Before the...

A Hoodie in the Rare Books and Music Reading Room?

 A Hoodie in the Rare Books    and Music Reading Room? A cruel face.  Who’d think a blond moustache Could looks so fierce?  A snub or pug nose that Would look cute somewhere else cuts a gash There, sticking out like the snout of a bat Surrealistically hung, suspended...

Studying the Church Fathers

   Studying the Church Fathers His hair and whiskers, eyebrows tend towards black, Those bristles near his mouth and then along His forearms close.  He scratches at his back, Perhaps a pimple.  No sonnet or song Will ever praise his manly beauty.  Lo! Just some...

The Creator and Destroyer God

The Creator and Destroyer God He came at last from nowhere, almost, dark His absence and his motives, like a djinn Who hid away inside a rudeness, stark With silence made of sulk or worse.  Like sin He perpetrated punishment, a dumb Revenge for something that was...