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Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets

Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets     Not yachts or mansions in the Highlands.  No. Real luxuries rise best in drowse of dreams Or waking dreams.  We move our hands down low To rest them on the manliness.  It teams With utterness but wakes...

Straight Road Willows

                        Straight Road Willows Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The friend has gone along the long straight road With willows all along on left and right. Their greenness does not...

The Caressing Professor

             The Caressing Professor One teacher, sweeter than the rest, was sweet Unlike buzzed honey in the scriptures he Upheld.  His classroom tricks were like a suite Of tools abjured by other teachers.  He could see His way around a stupid answer given by A...

Absent Orange and Blue

       Absent Orange and Blue   Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “ ‘Why did the whole Greek world exult over the combat scenes in the Iliad?’ asks Friedrich Nietzsche. We modern readers do not even...

Free Will

                        Free Will Jehovah was the first to think of Free Will.  Maybe He pulled back from thinking then. This one divinity went on a spree Of  wide creation, making light and men, A trillion galaxies and globes, with no More cogitation.  Clearly he was...

A Solitary Fire

                   A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...

“unsettled by the devotion he aroused”

“unsettled by the devotion he aroused” The complication with high carat gold In men is no one knows quite how to cope With “gorgeous” in a guy.  His beauties scold All those around him.  Most go off and mope Because they know they do not have a chance At him or when...

Him for Us . . .

                           Him For Us . . . The rooms in School House echoed with the sound Of words he spoke, his steps along the hall, His laughter, even shouts.  The outside ground, In, say, the Close, though large, was far too small For such a mind and soul.  You...