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There’s Nothing Quite like Love

    There’s Nothing Quite like Love There’s nowt like love.  Its sanctimony fills A man as if he never knew a truth As banging as its spurting semen thrills. Its sanctity rings holy and uncouth Like Lucifer when he first understood The shudder of his sin...

Sanctity in the Dawn

          Sanctity in the Dawn I wake up in the first light, launched to love. I wake up fraught as if the Holy Ghost Filled both my lungs and hovered just above Each vein and artery and bone, engrossed Me everywhere inside my soul.  Of course It is not God who rams...

How Humans Came to Know Themselves

How Humans Came to Know Themselves “Know thyself.” ~ the pronaos of Apollo’s temple at Delphi Jeremiah 17:9 By juxtaposing paradoxes of Crabbed contradictions ancient Greeks called gods, Greeks learned to know themselves, thus taught that love And...

Separation

Time separates more widely, fatally Than space.  The second that just passed goes, gone, Leaps gone forever, plummets weightily, More heavily than gravity’s hard, wan Iron cannonball in vacuum, yanked fast Away where science cannot find it, lost Eternally and...

Platonic Sweat Only, Please

     Platonic Sweat Only, Please   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  You thought that poets do not have plain sweat In armpits, or in crotch . . . or on the chest. Admit it.  Poets shouldn’t have a wet...

Unchangingly Changing

             Unchangingly Changing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The sea, though always kind and cruel, both, Is never kind or cruel, but the sea. At once both kind and cruel, not, its oath Will be,...