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Dementing Torture of Benign Drugs against Malignancy

        Dementing Torture of Benign           Drugs against Malignancy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem          His life came to its       End.  Smell of the medicine         Departs chillingly....

Malformed Offspring

               Malformed Offspring Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Camille says Greek and Roman sculpture thrived On in medieval armor, very male Forms but of course.  Such slickness has survived In metal...

Double-edged Eternity

           Double-edged Eternity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He kissed and in the flowing stream on earth A pool of halt and depth spread, still.  One branch Stretched out across the mirror.  Silent...

Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It

Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contempor Woodrow Whidden in overalls on Cape Canaveral The Cape Canaveral ocean shoreline’s dream Pretends it does not wish that it could lick Far...

Temples, Temple Oranges

      Temples, Temple Oranges Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “Take the orange petals, Take the olive leaves” ~ Lorca, “Baladilla de los tres ríos” Some poet somewhere ought to write about The orange...

North and South

                   North and South   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Through the waters of Granada only sighs can row.  ~ Lorca, “Baladilla de lost res rios” The gondolier in Venice oars his way Through...

No Need to Lament

             No Need to Lament Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Since fire is always chaste, we do not need To know its secret.  Smoke is not its soul. Its soul is more a blue and yellow steed That rages...

The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil

The Love of Money is the Root of All Evil            Christ’s Object Lessons Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I, like the bearded mage of the tales, knew the language of stones and flowers. ~ Lorca,...