by phillipw | May 12, 2023 | Ho, MA, RE
Of Divine Feet Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The truest God would make most horses wear Those manes of gold that stallions and their colts Deserve. These all and phillies—and...
by phillipw | Apr 23, 2023 | DO, FA, RE, Uncategorized
In a World Weltered with Religions and Atheism Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem How far can we still look with eyes of faiths In spite of doubt and science twined like chains Of platinum and gold among...
by phillipw | Apr 10, 2023 | IN, OR, PO, RE
Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday Where poetry is from is far away Or cavern deep, or both, or just a girl Who passes on the sidewalk, hair a-sway, Or even one full man whose hair is curl, And curl and curl persuading in their black, As black as...
by phillipw | Apr 5, 2023 | BU, FL, LO, RE
Incapable Beauty The best thing that the poet pointed out Is that wise roses never know that all Are shriveling, young. The flowers never pout In sympathy with us. They never brawl With gods for us, to spare us from some fate We do not know awaits us. ...
by phillipw | Jan 17, 2023 | RE
Saint Ouen Illustrated below “One of the peculiar sins of the twentieth century which we’ve developed to a very high level is the sin of credulity. It has been said that when human beings stop believing in God[,] they believe in nothing. The truth is much...
by phillipw | Jan 13, 2023 | MO, RE
By the Stone Path The morning glories do not have to pray Or chant a sutra in a scarlet voice In sunlight, do not even need a sway From breezes. They are holiness, no choice Or sacred regimen, the sort that monks Or nuns indulge required. Blooms’...
