by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, ST
The Immortal Death The undead feelings, vampire-like, pierce deep Into my neck. So steep these fangs, they breach My heart and suck its chambers straight. Screams seep Out through the punctures but numb passions leach The sounds to dust. The sleeping corpse of love...
by phillipw | Oct 6, 2019 | CH, CR, MA, ST
He Never Came to Travel in the Coach Past Regal Fields with Me ‘A chain was provided to bind him to the stake, and after it had tightly encircled him, fire was put to the fuel, and the flames began soon to ascend. Then were the glorious sentiments of the martyr made...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | CH, LO, MO, ST
The Lock of Hair Under my Pillow: The owl-land of dreams is your new kingdom Perhaps around the borderland of dreams Is where you are now. Painful daydreams rise Inside me when a lovely memory streams From pasts that you can never touch. Your eyes Are blanker...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2019 | BE, SA, ST
St. George’s Chapel, Windsor— The Hallowed in the Holy of Holies Perfection is permitted in the Quire Beyond the nave within the chapel of The Queen, but this is not because the fire From anthems flames up from a godly love In splendid lines of singing and of...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, ST
Jehovah as Tree Surgeon The early color in the autumn leaves Reminds of love. Each hot and hotter hue Brands deeply on my heart, but none deceives Me even for one moment that bright you Will ever shine against the blue of fall, Of fall’s high heaven once again. ...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2019 | CH, FR, ST
What to Do with a Dead Friend He keeps intruding sharply in my mind, My heart, and dreams. No, more in reverie Than nightmares, which is how dreams are defined Now. Visions which come floating back to me In daylight hours—reminding, say, of his Guitar and...
