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The Dripping Chimes across Millennia

The Dripping Chimes across Millennia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Blond honeycomb and liquid amber drop In every era, not just in our time Or through lost 1950s days.  The crop Of orange blossom honey...

Fundamental Stuff

            Fundamental Stuff Endangered species — sonnet, villanelle And triolet — are crushed out now by verse That’s “free,” where form and rhyme have gone to hell. If only this stuff tended to be terse . . . But, no, it dribbles,...

The Diddy and Al Capone Gnomes

  The Diddy and Al Capone Gnomes That leper, poetry, is exiled now To margins of the world, especially if  Its lines are rhymed and rhythmed.  Fat hausfrau Is how it’s viewed.  It’s found to have a whiff Of corpse which seems to be like dried up crap. Now...

Logic and Love will Set You Free

    Logic and Love will Set You Free Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The magnifying glass of language helps. The notion of a science made without That lens makes sneers.  True poets cause the whelp Of...

Saint Valentine’s Day Sonnet Sequence; five sonnets for Saint Valentine’s Day; “Are You So Sure?”; “Bedtime as Rhyme”; “The Scottish Lover’s Valentine-headed Pike”; “Rocks Spewing Down a Scottish Tilt”; “Saint Valentine, not Faint Valentine”

Saint Valentine’s Day Sonnet Sequence; five sonnets for Saint Valentine’s Day Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Are You So Sure? “You are not repeat”  ~ W. S. Graham, Aimed at...

DemocKKKracy X the Anagram of Evil

 DemocKKKracy X the Anagram of Evil When priests ignore the meaning of the rite, When God forgets the meaning of the knife That slits the throat and brings on endless night, The humans left behind in clueless strife Continue with the ritual, so bound They are to...

Healthy Helix

           Healthy Helix Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He thinks that he is not a monster, not His father, not his mother, a bit Too much like both, but too much like a clot Of two good people, sucked...

The Day before Saint Valentine’s

The Day before Saint Valentine’s  For Granddaddy Baxter Wilson The doctor’s forms do not require to know If you have been a criminal but need To say if certain parts of you now glow With viral love and whether manly seed Shoots tinged with fun you never...