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Disaster More Likely than Not

       Disaster More Likely than Not A loved one with catastrophe inside His hair made up of crow-like black of curls, Disaster in the shine of eyes a bride Would die for, semen like the off-white pearls That naughty gods might drip when they forsake The ones that...

Imported Curvaceousness Times Itself from India

Imported Curvaceousness Times Itself from India   The pheasant came from Rome, the Normans, or From who knows where?  The feathers of its coat Say they were from an Indian king, and ore From Rajasthan. Cock pheasants almost gloat With beauty from the golden copper of...

“Tarry,” is Spring’s Command

     “Tarry,” is Spring’s Command Yet if we grieve, the spring that blossoms will Not come as wishes quick or slow will leap. The grief of spring will hasten just the spill Of cherry blossoms.  Spring will only creep Back when its universe returns again. Our grieving...

Raising Civilization

        Raising Civilization Ten thousand years ago men took to ploughs To train wild grass to flourish tame and fat. Men didn’t know that drilling seeds would rouse The walls of cities, brewing hops in vat, And stewing barley (whisky).  Men grew drunk Not just...

The Lamb

                            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...

Pulsating

                     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...

Marmalade Scent is Missing

       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...

Marilyn Monroe’s Father, Charles Stanley Gifford

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...