by phillipw | Jan 29, 2025 | Uncategorized
In This Dream I Believe I Flew Near You Among Your Orange Trees in Andalusia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He dreamed he learned to fly, first levitate, Then fly across his father’s property. He...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2025 | Uncategorized
Never Mind the Brahan Seer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem At times we wake up wide in sleep called dreams. The Greece we never visited comes up In visions worthy of its Iron Age gleams. We see...
by phillipw | Jan 29, 2025 | PH, SA, ST, Uncategorized, VA
Laid Out Not for You to See The cameras cannot call up fingertip Of touch no matter what the Canon lens, Of kiss, a red caress. Ohhh, linger lip On satin touch with wet. Vas deferens Is far beyond the scope of camera click Unless removed from love, and who...
by phillipw | Jan 28, 2025 | AV, MO, SA, ST, TR
Sailor’s Intercourse in Avila Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Inside my warship made of words I feel I do not need a spyglass, do not need New maps. I do not need some other keel Or rudder. ...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2025 | OW, SA, SI
Gaslighting Battalions Followed by Fact When poets are involved in war, they take Their stances separately, not set as corps Like soldiers in platoons. To undertake Their poet duty, each perceives the war From different angles. Some, among the first, Are those who...
by phillipw | Jan 27, 2025 | BO, GA, GU
Miniaturization of Romance in Showers .. The wind’s rain shows the light like stars across The cosmos, but some eyes decide to see The vacuum of nothingness. Shine’s gloss Is not desired enough. Instead a scree Of pessimism made of Scotland reigns. The...
by phillipw | Jan 25, 2025 | BI, BR, GA, SK
He Was Real Before He Became a Pablum English Myth Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Reduced to being hero, poet, dead And soldier, he is trapped up on a plinth Above pink paving stones, his gorgeous head...
by phillipw | Jan 20, 2025 | BI, Uncategorized
Birds Control with Melodies the Changes of the Hours Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The mockingbird sings not to us but to The hovering night. He brings the evening on Northern Mockingbird Sounds,...
