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Binfield’s Baddest Bantam Boy

Binfield’s Baddest Bantam Boy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Pope devised heroic couplets, they Were like the weapons of the day men walked With by their thighs.  Their rapiers’ display Was...

Heartwood Needing Treatment

Heartwood Needing Treatment Love feeding on itself will waste away No matter how enamored.  If it sucks Its Valentine-ish marrow, sickly gray Disease will follow.  Suffering deluxe Is suffering nonetheless.  If he or she Does not return the hungry love, the gloom Is...

“A universe of sky and snow!”

“A universe of sky and snow!” Philosophy can’t clip an angel’s wings. At most it might pluck out one pinion white As purity in Jesus.  Thoreau sings, Denies that he and God were in a fight— I didn’t know we’d ever quarrelled— speaks The dying man.  He loved a...

Medieval Razzmatazz in Le Morte d’Arthur

Medieval Razzmatazz in Le Morte d’Arthur   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Than he com on so faste that his felyship semed as blak as inde.” ~ Sir Thomas Malory, Le Morte d’Arthur Let’s...

The Darkened Sea

        The Darkened Sea Imagine, then, that salt waves draw the soul Of hyacinths, their purple fragrance down, The fragrance of high lilacs from rock knoll, And cliff, and pathway of an island’s crown To blue Aegean stretches.  Purple falls To salt and blue.  The...

Psychotherapy Prognosis

   Psychotherapy Prognosis Your history can’t be cured.  It only goes To something like remission lacking hope. Your past remains.  Its presence, fungal, grows In X-rays probing memories.  You can cope If you are drugged enough with commonplace Forgetfulness and don’t...