by phillipw | Mar 9, 2022 | PH, WH, WO
Parthenogenesis Paternal If I were only Woodrow’s son, yes, just His son, not his and Helen’s, then my heart Would sing with dreams and poetry, gold dust Of life. My mind would separate apart The pettishness of daily living from The mountain clouds of Florida...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2022 | HE, PH, WH
Parthenogenesis Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I were only Helen’s son, my heart Would be direct, or more direct, as straight As Queen Medea in her hate. Apart From planning, I would be as...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2022 | DE, RU, Ta
England’s Inoculation and Therapy for the Virus Called War, April 4 and St. George’s Day, 2015 Fate slapped him in his face and carried on With tattooed beauty on its fingers, palm, And skin much longer like a lingering dawn. His sonnet read out loud as if a psalm...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2022 | BR, RU, SA
England Incarnate—The Bass in the Choir of St. George’s Chapel, Windsor Castle More beautiful than Rupert Brooke (the same God gossamer presumption in his style) He carries off the colors, tints of tame Pastels that suit a blond and makes us smile— For Christ is in...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2022 | BI, BR, PR, RU, Uncategorized
Empty Charms Replaced His Stunning Charm — Two Sutured Sonnets The media in ignorance gets in The way of people’s understanding of The truth. They put a glossy glamor spin On heroes and then shy away from love That falls outside the types that Christians would...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2022 | BR, DE, FO, Ho, RU
Denham and Truth Unveiled, Brown Hair, Sonnet Blue Eyes; the Purple and Black Cap of Rupert’s and Denham’s School House The black and purple fell away. He knocked The cap for fun but also so that he Could see his hair. The light on it so shocked Him that it made a...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2022 | BR, DE, GA, LO, RU, SE
Denham and his Thoughts while Being Fucked by the Poet Rupert Brooke–a Threesome of Sonnets Pain While Playing Games We talk at first as though we do not know Why we are there. Of course he knows. I sort Of know and hope, as always. A slow And...
by phillipw | Mar 8, 2022 | AM, BI, BR, DE, GA, LO, RU, SE, Uncategorized
Denham Alone Since He Alone was Not Alone– A Foursome of Sonnets Outside and Finally In “A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out all the years.” ~Rupert Brooke Each year he finds a new one he can love. The first (and last) was Denham...
