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April, August, Autumn

            April, August, Autumn Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We both flirt April with each other, you And I, at first.  The clouds, if any, rise In white and seem not tinged except with blue, Perhaps...

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus

Cobalt and Amber:  Prometheus Daydreaming Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could shape the first man, I would make Him cobalt blue,  his eyes a Viking blue, His nose a righteous Grecian one to shake...

Wedding Wings:  Hymenoptera

        Wedding Wings:  Hymenoptera The thought of weddings brings a joy to some, The brides and grooms in white and black, perhaps To mothers of the brides.  Joys overcome The nagging doubts, but joys tend to lapse. Among the guests the odd one here and there...

Tropical Heat Meets English Poetry

Tropical Heat Meets English Poetry Together Taatamata and taut Brooke Spread open her vanilla orchid flower. While it was tropic pink, not white, it took His darker flesh invasion and its power. Its power spread open her Tahiti flesh And spread it, thrust it fleshy,...

There’s Poetry and Then There’s Poetry

There’s Poetry and Then There’s Poetry “There are three good things in this world. One is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.” ~ Rupert Brooke. The schoolboy grown to be a poet found Intensest poetry inside the holes Of...