by phillipw | May 10, 2020 | CH, EN, PO, WI, WO
Sweetness on the Desert Air Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you retreated to provincial Kent, Were banished there from London’s buzz to rot Among the hops and bees where things are meant To be...
by phillipw | Apr 1, 2020 | WH, WO
Woodrow Wilson Whidden, Senior My father did not smell of manly sweat. He smelled of loyalty. He smelled of faith And dedication. His idea of debt Was what he owed to family, wife, love, faith, And sons. An elder in a tiny church, He sat behind the pastor; did not...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | VE, WO
Wokingham and Venice (Petrarchan and English sonnets) In Wokingham where charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone Maintain the quintessential, modest tone Of English towns, a quiet A to Zed Of quaintest understatement, I just found A book about...
by phillipw | Dec 19, 2019 | WH, WO
He Kept the Seventh-day Sabbath My father, Woodrow, had a thing for goats. When on Canaveral as a boy his dream Was having them as pets. Friends wanted boats, Or guns, or cars. Young Woody didn’t deem These trinkets worth consideration. Nope. He wanted kids, and...
by phillipw | Nov 24, 2019 | CA, WH, WO
Woodrow (born on Woodrow Wilson’s 1st Inaugural Day) with His Wife, and Wilma (Half Sister)—All Homestead Pioneers on the Cape Who Had Their Homes Taken Away from Them for Building the Space Center—Watches the Launch of Apollo 11 Woodrow on the far right of the group...
by phillipw | Nov 22, 2019 | IN, WO
Cast White the Net There’s nothing you can’t find there on the web Unless it’s innocence. You type in “pure” And up comes pure cocaine and some celeb (A swinish, big tit party epicure) Who’s snorted far too many thrilling lines. You key in “innocent” and up...
