by phillipw | Apr 18, 2025 | BR, HE, MA, WE
Till B-r-e-a-d-t-h Do Us Part A tinsel throne is what the world provides For women on each wedding day. While they Are dressed for it in satin silk, the brides Are treated like a princess’s bouquet Held up for admiration. But then life Takes over. Mother of...
by phillipw | Apr 18, 2025 | OR
Daybreak Without Caresses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I have to say that I was never up In time to walk around the grove behind My childhood home and then to cup The orange blossoms where...
by phillipw | Apr 17, 2025 | RO
Romance Full Blown and Ripened Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Yes, even if a Giant Redwood held A song in every needle lifted high Towards heaven, even if these ballads swelled Forever upward and...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2025 | GA, LO, RO
Your Mouth Deserves a Tropical Seashore of Kisses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The palm tree is an echo of our time Together in our love, reverberates It curving parts much more than echoes. Rhyme...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2025 | CA, DE, Uncategorized
Malagueñas The music of the tavern comes on black Flamenco stallions. Horseshoes cause the banged Out rhythm. Death is seldom Spanish slack Though always sweatless. Drinkers are harrangued With songs that rise from olive groves too old To...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2025 | CH, Ho, RE, RO, SE
Semana Santa in Sevilla Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Flamenco singing calls for death to come. Death lives forever, stubborn, in Seville. In Holy Week the living, nearly numb From saints and...
by phillipw | Apr 16, 2025 | LO, MA, TR
Carnival Hall of Distorting Mirrors Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If mirrors of themselves are green and not Their frames, Rococo onyx framings, will The looking glasses sprout pale orchids hot As...
by phillipw | Apr 15, 2025 | FR, GI, KA
The Lavender Lover in Her Throat Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My Karen had a voice of purple parts, Or violet, when singing in her sly Range alto. Velvet changed to gorgeous darts When Karen sang...
