by phillipw | Sep 25, 2024 | DE
Brevity as Gasps Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Too seldom women feel themselves like dew And men less seldom even. Life cut short Like lightning is a thought we seldom view Though close...
by phillipw | Sep 25, 2024 | Uncategorized
“And Man Became a Living Soul” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ~ Genesis 2:7 Consider what your soul wants most of all, The bhumisparsha not required. The palm Holds fingers pointing out to...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2024 | RE
Back Garden Universal Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The dew upon the petal of the rose Remains undyed, a purity of red, A purities of crimson drops transpose To brightness swaying in a flowerbed Like...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2024 | Uncategorized
Heaven and Earth “Eternity is in love with the productions of time.” ~ William Blake When gods get bored, they leave eternity And step through gauze-like curtains into time. While being trapped in their supernity, They yearn for thrills on earth and...
by phillipw | Sep 24, 2024 | Uncategorized
My Hermitage Where I Sit in Isolation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Perhaps I’ll build a hut just off a trail In Appalachian mountains far away From everyone and everything, derail The rush, block out...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2024 | Uncategorized
The Garden of Moksha, Fragrant Orchids and Night-blooming Cereus Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The petals of eternity will bloom, Or never will, because of you and me. The good that we create will...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2024 | Uncategorized
Words Do Not Have to be Gilded on Ivory Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The tatters down below the lines he writes Take on a meaning. There the smudgy stains Incurred inside his shopping bag are...
by phillipw | Sep 23, 2024 | Uncategorized
Transcendent Escape from Silliness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Why are people called Buddhas After they die? Because they don’t grumble anymore, Because they don’t make a nuisance Of themselves...
