by phillipw | Sep 15, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Beatles’ School of Moaning Philosophy No dualism is acceptable To Zen or any other Eastern thought. Such mystic meaning is susceptible To Oriental minds. Such thinking, fraught With giddy druggie hallucinations, Might bring the Beatles to their music, lines...
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2025 | CA, LA, PR, Uncategorized
Poetry Encompassed by Wonder Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poem is a cave-wall painting made With flame-lit, fuming words. The smoking torch Is needed. When a poem does not fade, This means that...
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Forbidden Insight Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The animals inside the Lascaux cave Are almost more alive than on the veldt For tourists on safari. In a nave Of holiness where stone has...
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2025 | AS, CO, EV, TH, Uncategorized
“For God is Love” ~ 1 John 4:8 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Galaxies eating each other It is as if the cosmos is one jaw But huge because composed of trillions, more Than that, uncountable. A...
by phillipw | Sep 14, 2025 | Uncategorized
Reminder Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When you are sleeping, you remind me of The dead. The dead do not communicate No matter if they once were very love Itself. Your sleeping might...
by phillipw | Sep 13, 2025 | DE, DO, FA, PR, Uncategorized
Oversight Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Let’s face it: each man lives according to His nature, be it good or evil — both — Whatever. Dracula puts stakes straight through, Down...
by phillipw | Sep 13, 2025 | DE, DO, FA, Uncategorized
Willful Total Fusion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A doom is doom no matter what. Leaves flee Their limbs while autumn winds flash cold and tear At them, but then dead leaves can never see The...
by phillipw | Sep 12, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Abyss of Heaven, the Desert and Illimitable Air Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The voice of Christ is wandering throughout the skies. That word is always there in every day, In every day and night. ...
