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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...