by phillipw | Apr 25, 2025 | Uncategorized
Physics and Gravestones in the Old Settlers’ Burying Ground in Lancaster Massachusetts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem photo By Magicpiano – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0,...
by phillipw | Apr 25, 2025 | BR, FL, ME, OR, TI
Florida’s Holy Ghosts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The orange groves have left us but we hold Them in our veins. Reflection on them heaves Them into beauty once again. Though sold To...
by phillipw | Apr 23, 2025 | RO
Color Possibilities in Love Jeremiah 17:9 Love’s color is the color only God Knows. Maybe it is like a red unseen By human eyes. If they could see its odd Refraction through a prism, sexed or clean, The tint would wither from discovery. The human heart is...
by phillipw | Apr 23, 2025 | BR, DE, FL, TI
Twilight, No Morning Star Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The sunset croons a lullaby to trees In rows of dark . . . then darker green. The sun Goes down on orange blossoms in a breeze As warm as...
by phillipw | Apr 22, 2025 | TW
Incestuous Tantalizing A planet has two moons. The moons are twins, Two brothers. Moons are never perfect so these two Are not identical. The one has fins, The other scales. Each leaves a residue Upon the planet’s sky, two different tints, One...
by phillipw | Apr 22, 2025 | NE
Entropy The only space in which unending light Occurs, spreads out, ideal, towards everywhere Is in Jerusalem in Saint John’s sight On Patmos. Love of God has driven him spare, Poor thing, a non-existent God (like all Divinities), so madness makes much...
by phillipw | Apr 21, 2025 | AB, UN, YA
Hollow Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I tried to send to you a prophet’s note, “My soul is far away.” Your heart is far More distant from my love; in fact afloat...
by phillipw | Apr 21, 2025 | IN, MI
Karen If I could burn a voodoo herb inside Your bedroom, what result might I expect? The smell of lusting would be amplified. The smell of darker men, their thrills erect And thrusting toward your heart, would reappear Among the fumes of...
