by phillipw | Oct 3, 2019 | FR, RE, SA
Brother Shun Who got St. Francis of Assisi’s clothes, Those ones he shed in nakedness before The bishop? How could anyone dispose Of solemn beauty in that scene? Who wore Them after that self-abnegation made Of silklessness and stripped down young male skin And...
by phillipw | Oct 2, 2019 | AN, RE, SP
Love Stripped Naked and Transcending Guatama leaves his palace and wanders From his wealth across the plains, sits beneath A tree in calmness made of mind, ponders The cosmos, blasting pleasures, lasting pains, And settles on the center of a flower. It grows...
by phillipw | Sep 16, 2019 | RE
Christians and Muslims in Britain The rain pours down upon another May. We joke about it here in London. Tom, Dick and Harry cast eyes about the grey Streets, past the asphalt, looking for the bomb Some Islamist is carrying on his back, Or Irish Protestant fanatic...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | RE
Who cares about regret? Who cares about regret? It’s as useless As boys with beautiful eyes on a beach For lesbians with dangling tits, juiceless Twats, et cetera, who don’t want to reach To touch a passing bulge. Who cares about Regret? Just what does...
by phillipw | Aug 13, 2019 | RE
And Lifted Up If poets and composers failed to come, Then who would write the hymns for Venus, Mars, And Jupiter? Our race would be a numb Excuse for souls. If none could look at stars Through telescopes, or build an altar, then Existing would become a blankness. ...
by phillipw | Jul 28, 2019 | RE
TRUTH: The Notice Board Was Blank Today, as Blank as Death I passed again that notice board today, The one displaying clever Christian quips That used to make me want to write and say Some wise or wry things on the holy tips Imparted in that space. I would have sent...
