by phillipw | Dec 21, 2024 | Uncategorized
Behaving Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could be my Prospero, some hours Perhaps, perceive the cosmos through his eyes While hiding underneath a shrub from showers Of English...
by phillipw | Dec 20, 2024 | Uncategorized
Nosebleeds in a Coffeehouse Might Help “I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked” Howlers annoy. The “poets” speak their lines In limping prose and then expect the rest Of us to call it verse. There should be...
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2024 | Uncategorized
Spitting Cobras Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Spitting Cobra | The Toxic Sprayer The darkest planets are the ones you taught Me I should fear. Pink holes of blackness are Their realms. ...
by phillipw | Dec 18, 2024 | Uncategorized
Missed Less than Non-existent Mist Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Though raised in 1950s fear of war, Atomic war, and 1960s threat Of it, I almost never think of it, no more Than thinking of an early...
by phillipw | Dec 17, 2024 | Uncategorized
Planets for Poets In days, millennia, in centuries, nights To come, will poets think of you beside The widened oceans? In rock coves and bights Will writers sing of your inflowing tide? Will poets sing in depths, in time Much deeper yet because in coasts...
by phillipw | Dec 17, 2024 | Uncategorized
Blue and Lavender Might If rain were lavender or blue, our ways Might take us back or forward in our space/ Time. I might learn to dance sand merengues MERENGUE DANCE BASI Y DEISY Along a Caribbean blue-fringed grace Of waves. If lavender, the rain might make...
