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“The Most Beautiful Life in History”

“The Most Beautiful Life in History”                             (Oscar Wilde on the life of Paul Verlaine) Wilde’s entertaining Magdalen French did not Amuse Verlaine.  The fireworks of those words Were sparkling like champagne but they meant squat To Paul—or were as...

Repentance = Looking Backward

Repentance = Looking Backward You know how funny that it was in years Gone by when films on reels could be re-run Backwards?  An actress’s glycerine tears Could crawl back up into her eyes.  What fun! Ha Ha, funny, yes.  And yet . . . sometimes life Runs backwards,...

I Took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s Grave

I Took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s Grave Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s grave, But first we’d gone to Walmart where she chose A dark gardenia.  I became her...

Each Autre

[Arthur Rimbaud and Oscar Wilde were born four days apart from each other.  They both died and are buried in France. Wilde arrived as a student at Oxford at the same time that Rimbaud was abandoning poetry and teaching French in the large house of his employer in...

A Tabernacle Open

    A Tabernacle Open The green begins to rise through richness of The sunrise-reddish brown across the fields In Windsor.  Sparkling gems peak up above The corduroy earth.  This vista yields A beauty rivalling, surpassing Crown Jewels glistening.  Pheasants stand as...