by phillipw | Feb 20, 2025 | Uncategorized
Lost and Spellbound The abstract breasts that jut out in the frames Of Modernism, jutting out and flat At once, Picasso’s amalgam defames, Because he wants to shock. He had a spat With lovely art and so se wegt his bile. The spewings on the...
by phillipw | Feb 19, 2025 | LO, PU, RO, Uncategorized
Scottish Mists Cleaner than Before Marriage The air — our air — did not need cleaning. Clean Was clean already. Blackness of your hair Was perfect. Nothing like hot iodine Was needed. Scottish lochs did not need prayer. Love’s prayer was prayer...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Give Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary p My words will drown unheard without your love Upholding them. The Hellespont invites Them, as it did the young old, young pure love Of Hero...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2025 | Uncategorized
Scotland’s Pleistocene and Little Ice Age Glaciers Were Just as Pitiless Despite the lochs our words were drowned unheard. Despite the village on the Pentland hill, Our words of love were lost. Long decades shirred Our love and words, and crinkled them to kill...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Dripping Chimes across Millennia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Blond honeycomb and liquid amber drop In every era, not just in our time Or through lost 1950s days. The crop Of orange blossom honey...
by phillipw | Feb 16, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Diddy and Al Capone Gnomes That leper, poetry, is exiled now To margins of the world, especially if Its lines are rhymed and rhythmed. Fat hausfrau Is how it’s viewed. It’s found to have a whiff Of corpse which seems to be like dried up crap. Now...
