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Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is bad Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

Donald, Woodrow, Helen

           Donald, Woodrow, Helen Reborn in other creatures, souls must haunt Us.  How could it be otherwise?  He knows It cannot be his brother Donald, gaunt Upon his cancer bed and in the throes Of death, but when owlet’s voice cries out, Cries out, cries out,...

Singing Travels Vast upon Past Waters

Singing Travels Vast upon Past Waters ~  for Wilma Whidden Sisson, soprano Grandiloquent the blossoms by her lawn Around the back were hidden from the eyes Of neighbors,   Petals have a brilliant brawn Of redness, orange of a wide surprise, Hibiscus of a cream-like...

An Object Lesson for the Brevard County Church Elder

An Object Lesson for the Brevard County Church Elder Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He works beneath relentlessness of sun And sweat of air above him and around. It’s true that later clouds will form...