by phillipw | May 23, 2025 | RE, TR, Uncategorized
Confessions and Opium Cheaters Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The truth at last is what we always knew. Religions, riff raff earnestness, have tried To obfuscate that truth. Their priestly crew...
by phillipw | May 22, 2025 | MA
Youth Culture Influencers, or Homer, Sappho and Shakespeare? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poet does not matter in our time Because s/he turns out poetry instead Of soaps and mini-series crap—such...
by phillipw | May 21, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Lover Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A sword can never wound itself, but hair As beautiful as yours can wield a wound To you. It leaves you vulnerable. A snare Each time you see...
by phillipw | May 21, 2025 | FE, PA
Parastalks Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem [Obon, The Festival of the Dead in Japan] When pink, a perfect pink, becomes the tint Of death, you know that you are taken to . . ....
by phillipw | May 21, 2025 | CH, EV, ST
Streams in the Firmament Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He climbed and clamped on trees. The cross of Christ Was one. We met in God’s salvation Gate. I did not know that he would cause a...
by phillipw | May 19, 2025 | EA, MY
Mystic Spengler “Spengler regarded as . . . irreconcilable and mutually ununderstandable, the Classical feeling of the present moment, of restricted space, and the Modern European feeling of eternity, infinity” Eternity is like a never flower, A flower you...
by phillipw | May 18, 2025 | BE, DE, Uncategorized
The Indian Restaurant Delivery Van and No Transmigration When I am gone like Bene, staring wide My eyes, when I am gone like Bene, gone Where he went, we will be where deaths divide And never bring us close. Agamemnon Stares, eyes in slits of gold, but in the dark...
by phillipw | May 18, 2025 | DA, LO, SA, SU
Sevres Jehovah’s Non-existent Saint He recalls tomorrow. He can do that. He knows his God is porcelain and knows Surrealism’s oils. Immortal splat Of death is his, a toy, because Christ’s rose Has blossomed on that finger where a ring, A wedding ring, was meant to...
