by phillipw | Dec 13, 2022 | CH, GO, LA, NA, SA
The Lamb “And suddenly there was with the angel a heavenly host saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men.” ~ Luke 2:14 The lamb looks up and sees a light, a star Or something heavenly, a...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2022 | Uncategorized
Pulsating Between the regions of the questions asked And answers given, or not given, lie The deeper thoughts. True seers we have tasked Speak silently, unknown or known. We ply Them like a medium who calls the dead. A shadow has no substance...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2022 | BR, FL, OR
Marmalade Scent is Missing The orange sunset seen through orange trees Shows Florida as orange, orange, green. The gloss of evergreen these orange tints tease With glints so slight of orange that the scene Defies the eyes to see the orange hints Upon the dark...
by phillipw | Nov 30, 2022 | CH, FA, GI, MA
Marilyn Monroe’s Father, Charles Stanley Gifford Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He’s obviously an alien. Just look At him and then at her. The evil shows Despite the camera and the way it took Him at...
by phillipw | Nov 30, 2022 | DE, FR, QU, WH
The Verges of Oblivion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem These ones lie now in death except in scraps Like tombstones, marriage licenses, and birth Certificates. From these no useful maps Can...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2022 | PE
The tulip’s petals hold a white so pure Perfection cannot show the dew. Each edge, Ideal within its curve, is like a sure White ojee, or a prophet’s sword-like pledge In Amritsar. The tulip’s petals hold A purity geometry of shapes Can only wish...
by phillipw | Oct 27, 2022 | Uncategorized
Arrogance Lurking in an Haute Bourgeois Reptile ‘I am sure he will be a very good poet some day, and he is a very loveable creature’. Siegfried Sassoon writing to Robert Graves as quoted in Jean Moorcroft Wilson’s Siegfried Sassoon, the Making of a War...
by phillipw | Oct 27, 2022 | CA, FE, LO, PE, PR
Fast I lay my hands against his fur. Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane. My fingers warm his back And side. They warm me, too. My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green. This calm...
