No, Not Really

No, Not Really

                 No, Not Really The Christ will not ascend to heaven while One sinner screams in hell or close His gates. This absolute is known, or, if not, vile That Gospel truth of love since hellfire waits Forever and forever forcing God, Omniscient, to feel the...

Unlike You and Him

             Unlike You and Him There seemed a time (if time can merely seem) When we soared parallel, so did not touch, The lack of touching sinful as a dream (Though close the lack of touching hurt too much And so I had to comment face to face With little gifts of...

Lunar Martyr

        Lunar Martyr Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He thought of just this one, this one, this one — Again — Again — AGAIN — as if insane With love, or something, powerfully as a gun That blasts away...

Not Holy Enough my Bow

         Not Holy Enough my Bow He gave to me the end of this, a string Of gold.  I tried to make it endless, pure. His love of Heaven’s white hot God might sing Perfection.  Love like that, though, could not cure His sickness.  My affection also could Not heal...

Chasms

                      Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He has a lover who refuses him The things he hopes for, clearest texts from love And frequent prompts as if a holy hymn Were being sent, a hymn as if...

Wide and Narrow in Their Fate

  Wide and Narrow in Their Fate Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Aurora borealis touches dreams Of men and poets as they wander through The realm of loving, hopeful planetary streams Of matter from the...

The Fingers of a Believer

       The Fingers of a Believer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Disciple Thomas thrust his fingers in The slit.  Did he feel blood and warmth, a squish Of slickness, flesh, fulfilment, or just sin Of...

Loves

                           Loves   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “My old dreams disappeared when you arrived.” ~ La Bohème Nine thousand million people, even more, Have known those operatic karats in...

Love

                               My heart became like smoke or Saturn’s air, A heart that wind can pass through made of mist. My heart took on this life, a demon’s prayer, As dead as that, a glowing demon’s fist. My heart sailed out to find a little ait Where sheep were...

The Pole Religion of Lustred Love

The Pole Religion of Lustred Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  It blew straight through his bones like snow through air, Antarctic night.  He thought that it was warm Or even hot like black...

Afterlife of Redolence

          Afterlife of Redolence Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The flowers across the fields of asphodels Are white, white, white, according to the myth. These meadows help to cast the drowse-like...

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...

Trinity’s Anchorite in Gentle Agony

   Trinity’s Anchorite in Gentle Agony James Strachey, lacking goldsmiths’ stunning hair, Sat by his non-gold fire alone inside His Cambridge room and felt the flare Of shrined romance within his ribs.  It dyed His arteries and veins the color of A soul in...

The Genius of Love and the Jock

   The Genius of Love and the Jock Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Of course it doesn’t matter that we don’t Know just how beautiful Lascelles was:  he Was not a poet.  Rupert Brooke was wont To think...

On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .

          On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .  The one he loved the most was Charles Lascelles. We have to take Brooke’s word for it that he Was beautiful.  As Rugby tower bells Rang out the hours, a passion rhymed with glee Pumped hard inside the future poet, hard...

Etched Joys, Wretched Joys

           Etched Joys, Wretched Joys “Rugby is full of dreary ghosts of dead hopes and remembered joys” ~ Rupert Brooke Lascelles was more than just another love For Rupert. Charles was Rupert’s first love, more Like God’s own “Fiat lux” while high above The chaos of...

Cool as a Thick-haired Cucumber

    Cool as a Thick-haired Cucumber “I have need to busy my heart with quietude.” ~  Rupert Brooke James suffered like a teenybopper lass In love with manufactured pop star guys. He hovered like an altar boy at mass Outside the poet’s rooms.  He hoped his eyes Would...

A Solitary Fire

                      A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans,...

The Subatomic and the Infinite

 The Subatomic and the Infinite A trout swims beneath. Clouds moves upon the surface And above the stream. The  perfect haikus, if such things exist, Involve minutiae of life; not just Those, though.  Embracing clarity and mist The lines take in the astral, far the...

Empty Preservation

                          Empty Preservation Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “To the loose stones that lay upon the highway,                                                                     ...

A Solitary Fire

                   A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...

Unrequited Love in Men

          Unrequited Love in Men “All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke Gigantic love alone is one small space Inside the mind and guts of just one guy. It’s like a complicated interface, But tiny, ganglia trapped in a sky Of bruise enormous in its hurt...

Dreams are Dreams in Dali’s World

 Dreams are Dreams in Dali’s World Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I dreamed of you last night, the dream set in And unknown city.  Accidentally met We walked together, both avoiding sin. We went to your...

Unborn Worlds

          Unborn Worlds Our dreams unborn await us in the dark, The darkest and the deepest part of brain. Our dreams are not like honey.  They are stark Like lust and stinging venom.  They want stain And swelling to remain once they have left Us harmed.  A bee, or...

They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands

  They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Two men are bowing at the crossroads to Each other.  Though already distant they Grow fainter even as they set off...

Relief

               Relief The roses come.  He does not think of you. Their pinks are far too delicate, their reds Too overwhelming, and their whites too true. He does not think of you and cuts their heads. The peonies arrived.  Their petals are Too perfect, fine, and...

The Deepest, Fullest Bow

  The Deepest, Fullest Bow The bow becomes a fugue in colors swerved And woven deeper than the color wheel. The bow becomes a ballerina curved But stoops so low the swaying starts to kneel. Obeisance is required in reverence Before the altar.  Holiness requires That...

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The armpit hair of spirits is too dark For women.  Females do not like to think Of it or get a glance of it as stark As...

Perfection from Perfection

Perfection from Perfection    “the perfect law of liberty” ~ James 1:25 The law of liberty is that you must Be free.  The universe is made by laws Commanding everything from cosmic dust (Between the constellations) thin as gauze Of subatomic particles—to fleets Of...

A Stretched Out Oneness

     A Stretched Out Oneness Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When flowers bloom we blossom in them, too, Inside their petals and their pinks, inside Electric yellow touched with orange.  The blue...

Love in England

             Love in England I even sent you stupid things like pics Of guards in London backed with notes about The mayflower being in bloom.  The tricks I pulled were quite pathetic.  Rave and shout Was just about the only method left Untried.  The sonnets, longer...

Petaled Appeal

                 Petaled Appeal Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I send you all of me that bows, both built To last and doomed to fade, endure and fail, As flowers that have colors which will wilt, As...

Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly

Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Perhaps he ought to be ashamed that, if You smell the bodies of his sonnets, you Will often get at least the slightest whiff Of rudeness,...

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...

Pierrot and Columbine

     Pierrot and Columbine The beautiful refuses to be seen To care.  It lingers everywhere and waits For love’s attentions.  In a morning scene It hovers up above us and dictates The terms of our devotion.  Beauty does not Concern itself with worship.  Every praise...

Vacuum Love

           Vacuum Love Because I cannot reach and touch you with My hand or lips, my love remains the gray Of ashes and of cancelled god-filled myth. Divinity is elsewhere like the spray Of neutered tomcats, visible only To queen cat noses.  It is that perfume That...

Deep Love

                  Deep Love You need some sort of bathysphere to keep Harm walled from overwhelming emotion. You need some sort of diving bell in deep, Steep love to save from harm of devotion. There’s gloom in fathoms and in dooming love. In muddy river water as the...

Evening

                    Evening Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Your life is time.  This evening floats past time And lingers in eternity.  The light Of dusk means more.  It borders the sublime Because...

Diversity Does Not Equal Ontological Division

Diversity Does Not Equal Ontological Division Since all are different, they are all the same. If there were some exceptions to this rule, Just two would do, then these two sames would shame The thoughts of Monism.  This ridicule By sameness would destroy the doctrine,...

The Creed of Unitarian Roses and Unitarian Wind

The Creed of Unitarian Roses and Unitarian Wind Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The roses move, though in their nature they Are stillness all, except in growth and death. They vary in their colors. ...

Monism Teaches Oneness 一如 (Ichinyo)

Monism Teaches Oneness 一如 (Ichinyo) Shirobotan aru no tsuki ni kuzurekeri   The white peony; At the moon, one evening, It crumbled and fell.           ~Shiki Translations are quite tricky things.  They ask For huge commitment from the ones who try To make them.  Those...

Wedded Love vs. Armpit Stench

Wedded Love vs. Armpit Stench Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Romances sans Paroles (by Verlaine) has a “consistently high standard … and reflects his troubled emotional state over the rupture...

Holiness of Rationality

      Holiness of Rationality Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we could ripen sleep to more than dreams And nightmares—visions verified by veiled Ezekiels, Isaiahs, or the beams Of truth from...

Over the Mystic River

         Over a Mystic River Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem   Aaron Wu@aaroncwu Suspended from the columns of men’s brains, Our dreams are bridges that go strong and straight To mystery though...

Hissing

                    Hissing “skin redolent with unspoken kisses” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls   “Never let a fool kiss you and never let a kiss fool you.” A kiss, if spoken or unspoken, smells Of nothing.  Kisses touching skin or lips, Those kisses licking...

The Song for the Statue of Liberty

    The Song for the Statue of Liberty Sing out your foreign song.  Sing out your truth. Sing out the way that you are different from The rest.  Chant out from in your Succoth booth Or from your monastery.  Let songs come From pink brown Harlem lips.  Involve the...

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad The President begins to sip his tea. He holds the cup, not daintily. His firm Two fingers grip the handle. His decree Has just been tweeted. Those who start to squirm Are not considered. Gazing out beyond The roses in the...

Cleaving

                Cleaving Like iron filings you were trapped against My heart. It drew you to its outer flesh And tried to suck you inward.  You were fenced: Your dark male filings harshly made a mesh, A metal net to hold off my desire. It turns out softened, hardened...

Thucydides: “Because of the Human Thing”

                      Thucydides: Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem   “Because of the Human Thing” We forecast both the worst and best because The human thing is settled in the crux. Set there like...

Gravity:  the Greeks and the Old Testament

Gravity:  the Greeks and the Old Testament How Hitler-like and heavy is the past, How wonderful and marble-like its weight Upon our brains and guts.  The Greeks loom vast; The Hebrews, too.  Their fires in myth frustrate. We can’t escape to newness.  We are crushed...

Sterile

                    Sterile I throw my rice on you, small handfuls of White wishes with husks rubbed off.  Grains catch there In your hair, a few, the ones that know love And its meaninglessness.  That’s what they share With God, that clinging whiteness and a...

A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art

A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art I’m wearing unicorns around my throat And near my heart. Of course they’re cream-like white, Though on their necks in gold fields where they float Are clasped wide collars of a red not bright As blood but darker,...

Splendor

                 Splendor Exploding outwards now, the universe Is ever an expanding tidal wave, A circle of catastrophe, a curse. It is an ever-living deathly grave For all that it gives birth to, hexing life Produced in its calamities.  It sears Its breath across...

Hairy Happiness

     Hairy Happiness The woman watches him. He’s at the sink Inside their hotel room. She notes his arms And shoulders most. She thinks of manly stink In black-haired armpits, glossy in the harms They do to heart and guts as she succumbs. He’s washing them with water...

NecroPhillipa

             NecroPhillipa I can’t afford the kind of perjury To make me young and beautiful again In this life:  the best of plastic surgery Is well beyond my grasp.  Besides the pain Is more than I could bear.  Perhaps I could Afford a burial arrangement, though,...

And Tufted Tail and Swirled Upward Groove in Single Horn

And Tufted Tail and Swirled Upward Groove in Single Horn       I find it harder and harder every day to live up to my blue china. ~ Oscar Wilde I have a perfect little china cup, Just one. Its shape is perfect like the waist Of Scarlett’s dress when she is all cinched...

Gilt Thin on a Black Lacquer Chinese Screen

                    Gilt Thin on a Black Lacquer Chinese Screen No dragons hold my love up in their claws For you.  My love is not important or White mythical enough for that.  No pause Inside the cosmos happens when I pour Devotion out beneath your feet for you To...

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee   ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’     2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold sway,...

The Rest is Silence

          The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...

GALAXY QUEST

          GALAXY QUEST   “Astronomers have found the oldest galaxy ever seen.  Sadly they haven’t given it a very inspiring name—CL J1449 +0856.  The curious patch of very faint red objects is so far away that we are seeing them when the universe was only...

The Hercynian Forest

          The Hercynian Forest When Roman emperors pressed conquest past The Rhine and to the forests of the east, Were these imperial stabs trying to cast Nets for trammeling a fabulous beast? Hercyninan primeval greenwoods were Reputed to embrace the unicorn In...

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee

      When I Wake Up,   I am Absent from Thee   ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’     2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold...

Love at First

              …Love at First ……….. Love swoops around like terror, once inside The chest, as if a feral cat’s been trapped Among the ribs, is scratching at the hide Of heart and lungs—or vampires have been clapped Inside that prison, tantalized...

Yet

               Yet Yet lancet arches are what really made . … Me choose this elegant, receding view. Ranged narrowest ones gave their distant, blade- Like contemplation of the glass—and you Arose within my consciousness.  What chance I had for consummation of my...

Straight

                   Straight The  look  on  my  young   face  did  not  make  you Unbutton  shirt   or   heart.       N o   whisper   came From  you,  not even  once,     though  once  we two Kissed.     Kissing    only   made   a   distant    frame Around  your ...

If I were Mute

                If I Were Mute If I were mute, I’d be all right.  Each day I’d draw some sonnets and when night time came I’d paint some villanelles.  A virelay Of gouache would capture exclamations.  Blame Might be expressed in couplets tart as Pope’s, Though mine...

Pilgrimage

               Pilgrimage The path to you is one of yearning, planned By God, though I’m not sure if it’s the path, Or you, or yearning that He schemed.  He banned The hope of turning, whether in iron wrath Or softer metal (mercy) — silver, gold Or platinum.  He...

Mutant

                    Mutant My heart has now evolved a beak, but not For melody or kisses.  In a shell This mouth has formed that you and fate forgot To show how organs gnaw escape from hell. My heart has engineered itself a new Integument, but not a brilliant case As...

Atoms in Space

                Atoms in Space   Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds. ~ Isaac Watts We know now that the galaxies are in Their trillions numbered.  So, if we compute Uncountable trillions of stars that spin Across the cosmos,...

Incomplete Creation

       Incomplete Creation I made you up, did I, I made up all? Were you the one I loved or were you just What mind and heart created, like a doll To stick long pins of love in, pins of lust, A doll more muscular than voodoo, you? I think I could have made up curled...

Lost Golden Prizes

                   Lost Golden Prizes “from longing for the loves too high to gain”  ~  Pindar, Pyth. IV, 92                                   That man or woman that you wanted so, So much that swelling of your heart made pain A palpable impression, caused...

Music of the Contours

            Music of the Contours Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If you view this on your phone, view it in landscape mode or the unique formatting will be lost. The way that curls are lovelier than...

Quandary and Sang Froid

Quandary and Sang Froid           Would you prefer to have your face or name Remembered?  Hair might peek out from your brim (Cloth, felt, or fur).  These strands might be your claim To be recalled.  When you are on the rim Of death, will you want others to recall...

Certainty and Uncertainty

Certainty and Uncertainty “Avoid it.” “Help me.” “Lift a little. Come And help me.” “Take the chance.”  “Be good with me.” “Be better.”  “We are better than this.”  “Some.” “No, you are.”  “You have understood with me.” “Fulfill your mission.”  “In the world.”  “Our...

“From Thy Dead Lips”

      “From Thy Dead Lips” There’s just a hollowness that has your smell Around it—like an aura of the sins We never did together.  This shell, Its fan form, waits, on shores where death begins (If death can righteously be said to mark A start).  The light around this...

A Coded Message

         A Coded Message My love is like the hoarsest whisper…and It won’t be heard if you don’t bend to hear Its lyric silence in that dent of sand Beside the shore and lift pink curves to ear In reverence.  My love is like a blue Electrified guitar that’s brooding...

Sex, Drugs, and Red Roses

Sex, Drugs, and Red Roses It seems at least a possibility That spoiled brats might just have feelings, too. They’d have the usual ones, hostility And sulking, and that adolescent brew Of self-regard, fragility and rage. But maybe Rimbaud had some emotion Like...

Innocent

Innocent The scratch mark that your touch made on my lung Beside the ventricle that beat against That careless trace of fingertips—it stung My breath.  That caress, casually dispensed, Was Cupid’s golden arrow, venom-tipped, That lighly brushed my larynx,...

A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art

A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art I’m wearing unicorns around my throat And near my heart. Of course they’re cream-like white, Though on their necks in gold fields where they float Are clasped wide collars of a red not bright As blood but darker,...