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Parthenogenesis

       Parthenogenesis Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If I were only Helen’s son, my heart Would be direct, or more direct, as straight As Queen Medea in her hate.  Apart From planning, I would be as...

Whales and Red Wailing

                 Whales and Red Wailing Whales never shut their staring eyes but when They sleep.  The shutting of the eye for whales Is hard.  If they could use a fountain pen, They would not want to write the wounding tales Of what they see in decades underneath The...

Elementary Love

                    Elementary Love He didn’t notice that the yard in front Was small.  At ten he thought that it was big, Or large enough.  The two of them could hunt A hiding place beneath the Turk’s Caps, dig For doodle bugs, and daydream play.  Both he And Brian...

Jalousie in Natural Light—Avant la Rêve

Jalousie in Natural Light—Avant la Rêve For Mrs. Pat Silver and Bob Stubbs She chose a piece called “Jalousie” for flute And keyboard that was strange to both the boys, But then the both of them were teens.  To suit The ceremony “Jalousie” had poise But sounded...

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...