by phillipw | May 5, 2025 | AI, ME, Uncategorized
The Death of Mermaids with their Watered Hair, Blonde, Red and Purple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem There once were mermaids — in our myths at least. Our love of science and of facts has killed...
by phillipw | May 4, 2025 | Uncategorized
A Urinal on an Art Exhibition Pedestal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The modern painters found themselves outdone By masterpieces of the past. Compete? They felt they couldn’t. They were like a nun...
by phillipw | May 4, 2025 | DA, SU
Surrealism and Whatnot Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Painters are not the legislators of the world. They are the prestidigitators of the swirled.” ~ Percy Bysshe Shelley The silver of the rose...
by phillipw | May 3, 2025 | WH, WO
He Declaimed Poetry “What sought they thus afar?” The places that my father knew are gone — Or worse. They change to billboard ads of hype Though he was looking farther up, upon The realms that matter . . . to some archetype About the death of beauty that...
by phillipw | May 2, 2025 | Uncategorized
Unending Dreams and Daydreams Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When we are dead, our dreams will still go on. Our dreams are like immortal things, mortal In bodies only. Dreams know every dawn, Escape...
by phillipw | May 1, 2025 | BR, DA, WA
A.T.F. Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Sabbath boredom, almost drowsiness, Imposed by Jews’ Jehovah falters, yawn In afternoons. The mind in frowziness Attempts to think but...
by phillipw | May 1, 2025 | BR, FL, SE
The Concrete Block Box This box is painted white and stands Against the colored world that wants to stain. A doctrine bundle tied with texts withstands The onslaught. Pure, the walls reject the strain Of U. S. Highway Number One so crude In stretch from Maine to...
by phillipw | May 1, 2025 | LU, SA
At an Exhibition in the WhitneyModern poetry modern verse c Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When Samaras’s mirrored cube and room Become the entry to satori, light Becomes reflected endlessness, a...
