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Who Can Know?

               Who Can Know? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It seems that God (or gods) goes moving through The dawn invaded by exhaustion in The night.  The hormone tentacles construe The twilight...

The Daffodils

                            The Daffodils Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Another year the daffodils will rise, For centuries, millennia again, Perhaps for eons.  Yellow trumpets’ cries Though silent...

Inspiration

                  Inspiration Our days and nights are blind like Homer, blind And seeing, deep and wide, but still inept. Time carries us through life but like a mind Confused through madness.  Life remains adept At fraud, poetically and just with scales Upon its...

Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima

   Pearl Harbor and Hiroshima The past is nuclear, exploding in A present moment boring as a brown Field waiting for some turnip seeds.  The skin Of now is guiltless, threatless till the frown Of yesterday’s wide sins rips up the fleece. The grimace is electric in...

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...