by phillipw | Mar 4, 2020 | DO, TR
The Truth and Nothing but the Truth, God Help Us All “The lover of money is the root of tall evil.” ~ Jesus Christ The so-called President, Donald J. Dump- On-Everyone (everyone that is but The butt himself of course), was once the chump Who founded Trump...
by phillipw | Feb 19, 2020 | TR
Hefty Irradiation Since total merging with his beauty (or With hers) will never happen, sorrow looms Forever. Not forever, no, since, for The nights we love, we decorate the tombs Of Romeo, Mercutio, and John, Of Juliet and Christ, and graveyards of...
by phillipw | Feb 5, 2020 | TR
The Ugly Tropics The ugly tropics, actually improved By stooping wind and rain, are shining green In gray this slightly cooler hour. Palms moved In harmony as if the storm had been Engaging with an aeolian harp Of fronds and bending fibrous trees. The sky,...
by phillipw | Jan 8, 2020 | TR
Veils When trees begin to pale with leaves or bloom, The first effect seems like a stretched gauze haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden loom Which spins this morning mist (distinct and far Removed from deaths). It corresponds with dawn. Then...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2019 | AE, BE, TR
Why Poems are Doomed to Fail Exactly why are poems doomed to fail? What guarantees the stillbirth of their hopes? Because the ones with breasts in them are pale As holograms beside those truthful slopes, The beauty that an ogee would capture, If only it could? Might...
by phillipw | Dec 16, 2019 | TR
Well? A bruise to tissues that surround the heart Results in gasping pangs when labored air For humdrum life demands its paltry part Of lingering energies, and ribs (aware They should have tried to save the source of blood From trauma’s harm) succumb to...
