by phillipw | Sep 9, 2024 | CH, OL
Colossal Crimes Called Civilization Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Heroic heads of hammered stone lay vast Beneath the steaming soil for centuries, held In secret hiding from us all a past...
by phillipw | Sep 8, 2024 | LO
Perfect Chinese Calligraphy Brushed on Rice Paper Rolled with Pain like Disappearing Ink Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I wrote you ivory letters, alphabets Of love, more beautiful than hieroglyphs Of...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2024 | AR, BE, RE
Rimbaud Lived at 165 Kings Road in Reading, Berkshire, from August to December, 1874 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Two times today he passed the mansion where A tamed down Arthur Rimbaud stayed up in...
by phillipw | Sep 6, 2024 | KA, LI, ST
Nō Theatre in Slow and Slower Sadomasochism Motion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “eternity shows itself in love with the productions of time” ~ R. H. Blyth, Zen and Zen Classics, vol. 5, p.125 Eternity...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2024 | Uncategorized
White, White, White “For whatsoever is born of God overcometh” He wore a diadem of frost, a ring Of snowstorm. Both of them protected from The little thing called love. They meant he’d cling To more important things. To overcome The little trash of love a...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2024 | UN
No Pool of Siloam Here The eyes of hurricanes he sharpens with When turning looks to one who loves him. Storm Occurs inside this heart which yearns. A pith Of blankness made of iron not very warm Is what he offers. Whirlwinds maybe, more Like spawned...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2024 | UN
Unignited Love “The smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and for ever” Ghazals have been around as long as fire Has filled the hearts, the arteries and veins Of men with fragrances of male desire, The smoke of torment rising from their pains In...
by phillipw | Sep 5, 2024 | MU, SY
Perfume as Music in Christ’s Ears Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you could play a sky-time orb, which one Would you pick up? The moon as tambourine Might fill your night-time, or the midnight sun...
