by phillipw | May 20, 2024 | Uncategorized
No Rational Entwinements in the Chest Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The moonlight dies. The dawn comes on. The day Kills dawn. The morning star goes out and noon Cries out in silence. Gateways help...
by phillipw | May 19, 2024 | Uncategorized
To Get Ash You Need Fire No Matter What Religion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The West has long had more respect for man, His body, than the Hindus and the ones Who put their corpses out for vultures,...
by phillipw | May 19, 2024 | BL, RH
A Beam in the Eye It’s quite a botheration to admit That critics, gifted though they are, can slip Up. One that I can reverence and sit And read for years and decades easily can strip Away respect with one remark on Keats. The critic maybe had an insight...
by phillipw | May 19, 2024 | PH
A Spectrum of Sound Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We do not understand the screams, and yet we do. We do not understand the wails, and yet They mean. The silence of the dying cat is...
by phillipw | May 18, 2024 | Uncategorized
Archibald is a Very Manly Name Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She looks a bit too large for him, but then The lens was closer, near her. That aids this Impression. Maybe he was not like men Who...
by phillipw | May 17, 2024 | Uncategorized
Yellow Distantly Juxtaposed with Purple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The still sunk sun beyond the springtime moor Just barely starts to seep on sleeping broom In yellow dreaming, making day seem sure...
by phillipw | May 16, 2024 | Uncategorized
Men in Love and Men Marching to Battle Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem LAS MAÑANITAS ‘VICENTE FERNANDEZ’ (youtube.com) A certain crux of cells in brains collects Just singing, nothing else. ...
by phillipw | May 15, 2024 | Uncategorized
Consecration Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The autumn is the most religious time Of seasons. Fall is when we do not strain To feel the specter’s spectre’s breath. A wan green slime...
