by phillipw | Mar 7, 2025 | IN, MA, PY, RE
Delphi, Endor and an Empty Tomb Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem His conscience seeks for oriental kings. He hopes their gold and frankincense and myrrh Will give him wisdom and, if not, the wings...
by phillipw | Mar 7, 2025 | IN
Flowers like Leis Lying on an Altar Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The sculpture of a god whose powers are not Apparent waits for you to pray to him. Can he protect a baby in a cot? If so, what...
by phillipw | Mar 6, 2025 | Uncategorized
Unruly in a Village Cemetery They did not dream it when alive, yet ghosts Are happy when they find a way to cause Disruption as in polar bear cracked coasts, Antarctic shores — or like Antarctic claws From killers, icebergs floating toward the fate Of...
by phillipw | Mar 6, 2025 | BR, CA, MA, WH
Miracle of Modern Medicine and Demonic Itching It crept along inside her like a long- Lost angel Jesus couldn’t cure. The wretch At worst had withered wings and lost its song. Inside her breast the devil couldn’t stretch And couldn’t fledge its arrows. They could...
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2025 | MA
Testosterone Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem https://preview.redd.it/2sabktru2ap91.jpg?auto=webp&s=44f636d4c1403e4c291fe5a6e3e850cdf73c4499 A rose of semen crossed with iron...
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
My Sonnet Wants to Be on Vellum Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I know it’s nigh to blasphemy, but still It’s true: my focus on the form I use Is like obsessions of the monkish quill And brush that in...
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Mind’s Rule Says There Is No . . . The rain of yesterday stalks up my soul Though that is quite impossible because I do not harbor one. No, no-one stole It, not a devil or a god whose laws Forbid such theft. I simply never had A soul. I’m not from ectoplasm of...
by phillipw | Mar 5, 2025 | CH, JU
The Peaceable Kingdom Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Whatsoever things are true . . . think on these.” Philippian 4:8 Our world can never be pristine again. It never was, yet all too many feel It...
