by phillipw | Mar 12, 2025 | DO, WH
Donald, the Man Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem For reasons that I do not understand, Society requires that men should show Themselves quite plain in clothes, not seem too grand. I think this...
by phillipw | Mar 12, 2025 | AB, GA, RO, Uncategorized, YA
In Romeo’s Ghost’s Clutch I slept in you without your knowledge. You Were sleeping in my arms and I slept in Your brain and yet because my eyes are blue Your mind did not hold on to me. No sin Arose, at least not in your sleeping soul. I cannot promise...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2025 | BR, CY, PI, SE, TR, YE
Stoics Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The ancient trees teach manliness, the way It lives and means. Sequoia and yew And cypress show rigidity but sway Enough. They say their roots...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2025 | ET, HE, SA
Hypnotic Harmony Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Immortal harmony is promised by The Christian God, the Holy Spirit, Son And Father. But the meaning of this sly Assurance is not grasped by...
by phillipw | Mar 11, 2025 | Uncategorized
Anathemas Are Never Pronounced Against Mount Sinai Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Those things that cannot bring themselves to move Are what the prophets tend in silence. Stones Are what the prophecies...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | TR
Against Screwtape’s Missal He knows the tongues of stones and dunes and sand, Those tiny rocks that only mystics know. He knows the languages that wind has fanned Across the deserts till they meet a mesa’s glow And dryness. Tumbleweed, mesquite, the best...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | Uncategorized
Heavenly Spheres of Orange Groves In my father’s house are many mansions If I could hold your hot heart in my heart, Then heaven would heal. That paradise would be A paradise that God alone might chart If he were everywhere. That God could be Surveyor of the citrus...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2025 | ME, OR, TH
Worse than Whomptyjawed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We try to place a tulip vase to block A voodoo mask. The mask leers through, increased In size, distorted. Like a tomahawk The threat...
