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Falsity in Drag at Best

Falsity in Drag at Best Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The fact we hold in common with all things Except our gods and Gods is that we, each One, has a shadow, but despite this wings Sprout out from human...

Fourteen, Twice Seven . . . and More

Fourteen, Twice Seven . . . and More Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary  poem   The sonnet in its little zoom [or something like that} ~ Wordsworth The sonnet is a chrysalis, yet you Must open it.  The creature,...

Religionists Are Like Pooh, a Bear of Very Little Brain

Religionists Are Like Pooh, a Bear of Very Little Brain Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem While milking breasts of immortality, That tortured stretched out, racked out thought of life, We find the awful...

Darwinian Religiosity

Darwinian Religiosity   My ecumenical cynicism Is broad religion.  It does not need pope Or prophet.  Faiths scream cram-filled with schism, Schism, SCHISM already, killing hope Of any certainty.  Among the scree Of rocks and detritus a little bloom May come, or,...

Of Cricket’s Bone

Of Cricket’s Bone Act I, scene 4   How real are you?  Or, rather, how unreal? Are you as real as Romeo upon The stage—or even less?  Or more Surreal, An echo out of place, a sunset dawn, A butterfly Antarctic or a ghost On golden streets of Heaven?  No. No.  You Are...

Above Skiddaw

  Above Skiddaw Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Skiddaw We see in, through the life of wings, and so We think we know the gods.  An eagle’s soar Is ours and so we sense that Horus’ glow Lies in our...