by phillipw | Nov 17, 2025 | SE
That Gallant Thing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Your destiny includes a rupture in Your darkness. You desire it but . . . no, not Unless it thrusts as muscular as sin. The holy ones have made you with...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2025 | Uncategorized
Paired sonnets ‘“Instant Gratification Isn’t Quick Enough”’ ~ attributed to a Dollywood starlet/harlot’ and “Atlantics and Pacifics Stacked on Top of One Another”’ Decide upon the way that you will drown. Decide to drown in knowledge and in books And in this AI age...
by phillipw | Nov 16, 2025 | Uncategorized
Bletchley Betrayer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The moon is like a sickle reptile found In one of Satan’s prayerbooks, Books of Hours, Books of spells. The sickle makes no sound, A hiss unworthy...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2025 | Uncategorized
di Chirico’s “Conversation Among the Ruins”: Courtly Love in the Twentieth Century after Freud For once a male paints woman, man and hills But showing not her body or her face, Not even showing flanks and butt for thrills Of drooling eyes. A platform in a space...
by phillipw | Nov 14, 2025 | AS, FL, LO, RO
The New Ashoka Steps into Your Life Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The emperor’s feet spread music all along His path because he makes his way to you, (Though not the sound of strides that make this...
by phillipw | Nov 13, 2025 | ME, Uncategorized
Prayerbooks, Missals and Books of Hours Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The monks had visions they were putting wings Of angels in their quills. The page of gold; Sweet lapis lazuli; vermillion . . ....
by phillipw | Nov 13, 2025 | RO, SE
Who Needs a Buddha? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Your love is not a poem. Love is more A door that wants to open or is not Quite open wanting you to push it, or Is half way open, waiting, wanting hot...
by phillipw | Nov 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
Crippled Musical Moments Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Forget the spiralling melody, lark In ever rising circles in the day. Remember, though, the mourning in the dark Of nightingales. Their broken...
