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The Hometown Boys

          The Hometown Boys When men attempt to turn a nowhere place To poetry, the nowhereness bleeds through. The problem is the peopled childhood face, Once known, is sentimental, not quite true– If true at all.  The boredom is ignored The way a woman does...

Dulce et Floridum Est

                  Dulce et Floridum Est The hometown rocks the cradle of his dreams But not because he hankers for their claws To hold him close.  He shies from nightmare streams Of snakes.  A summer night-time insect gnaws Embedded in his memory.  Spiders crawl Where...

The Dripping Chimes across Millennia

The Dripping Chimes across Millennia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Blond honeycomb and liquid amber drop In every era, not just in our time Or through lost 1950s days.  The crop Of orange blossom honey...

Fundamental Stuff

            Fundamental Stuff Endangered species — sonnet, villanelle And triolet — are crushed out now by verse That’s “free,” where form and rhyme have gone to hell. If only this stuff tended to be terse . . . But, no, it dribbles,...

The Diddy and Al Capone Gnomes

  The Diddy and Al Capone Gnomes That leper, poetry, is exiled now To margins of the world, especially if  Its lines are rhymed and rhythmed.  Fat hausfrau Is how it’s viewed.  It’s found to have a whiff Of corpse which seems to be like dried up crap. Now...

Logic and Love will Set You Free

    Logic and Love will Set You Free Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The magnifying glass of language helps. The notion of a science made without That lens makes sneers.  True poets cause the whelp Of...

Saint Valentine’s Day Sonnet Sequence; five sonnets for Saint Valentine’s Day; “Are You So Sure?”; “Bedtime as Rhyme”; “The Scottish Lover’s Valentine-headed Pike”; “Rocks Spewing Down a Scottish Tilt”; “Saint Valentine, not Faint Valentine”

Saint Valentine’s Day Sonnet Sequence; five sonnets for Saint Valentine’s Day Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Are You So Sure? “You are not repeat”  ~ W. S. Graham, Aimed at...