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A Twenty-eight Year Old Baker Boy

      A Twenty-eight Year Old Baker Boy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We go to evensong and never think Of Tankerfield, not once.  The anthems rise More jasmine-like than incense — not the stink Of...

 Laotse and Chuangtse

            Laotse and Chuangtse All nature palpitates with life, more true When life has died.  Philosophy might try To be as true.  Religions have their pew In nature’s temples, roofs a higher sky In thought and feeling.  Mind’s mysticisms Fail, though, when man’s...

The Flimsiness of Letters

     The Flimsiness of Letters   “All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke   What kind of letters?  Letters in a clay Configuration, cuneiform shapes gone For thousands of declines in their array In sunsets, twilights and each hopeless dawn Were letters that...

  Tahitian Light and Dark

     Tahitian Light and Dark They called him “Purpure” because his hair Shone light instead of black like theirs.  It shone Of poetry, perhaps, or maybe flair Of charm. Their combination might atone For many sins and signally his spell Translated clearly in their...

There’s Lucky and There’s Lucky

          There’s Lucky and There’s Lucky A girl with eyes involved with awe, and stroll Of goddesses, and heart that angels knew Who sang with Gabriel, would have a soul To offer to a poet.  She might view Him as a blond and blue-eyed rhyming knight Descended from...