by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Straight is Always Right You know them. They are right: right angles at Their elbows, always, at their armpits, too. The world was made in six days, though not flat. They hold in their theology that two By two and seven seven sorts marched in To Noah’s...
by phillipw | May 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Milne’s Bar Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The evenings that he didn’t spend in pubs With poets proved his point. Instead — he wrote. He didn’t see the point of poet hubs. He didn’t...
by phillipw | May 10, 2025 | Uncategorized
Roomy The more important things are far too large For veins and arteries, so these things stay, Bulging, pulsing in my heart. They each enlarge Because of you. It would not let them stray If ever they might find a way to break Out. ...
by phillipw | May 5, 2025 | AI, ME, Uncategorized
The Death of Mermaids with their Watered Hair, Blonde, Red and Purple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem There once were mermaids — in our myths at least. Our love of science and of facts has killed...
by phillipw | May 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
A Urinal on an Art Exhibition Pedestal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The modern painters found themselves outdone By masterpieces of the past. Compete? They felt they couldn’t. They were like a nun...
by phillipw | May 2, 2025 | Uncategorized
Unending Dreams and Daydreams Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When we are dead, our dreams will still go on. Our dreams are like immortal things, mortal In bodies only. Dreams know every dawn, Escape...
