by phillipw | Sep 9, 2021 | BR, GA, RU
“Apollo is here, divinely cruel, and Dionysus, who maddens by his presence” Abandoning Olympus when One God Arose from death, the Greek gods fled To English public schools. A football squad In Rugby had new deities; so said The poet Rupert Brooke. They walked across...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2021 | EN, ME
A Butterfly Rests upon the Chapel Bell Inside the young monk’s mind a butterfly Has settled on the monastery bell. The novice has been trained to use his eye, His spiritual pupil, let it dwell On just one image for an insight in His room. The hermit settles on a...
by phillipw | Sep 9, 2021 | GA, SA
Slickest Electronic Ignorance There is no sin but ignorance. ~ Christopher Marlowe He said that he was interested in things Of Japanese tradition. Having doubts, I asked him, “So…like cherry-blossom springs?” Well, no. He was thinking Samurai clouts In...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2021 | DI, GI, GO, Ho, JE, NO, PA, TR
Supreme L-o-n-g-s-h-o-t-(s) The Father reigns supreme in every way. It’s all a bit uncertain if the Son Came later and is lesser (this sounds gay) But still divine. And then the other One Is even more ambiguous. We know This biblically,...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2021 | DR, ME, SE, SH
What Your Shirt Says about You Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Your shirt says that you stink inside its pits. The cut may be as classy as a new Prince undisturbed by later teenage zits, Or whoring round...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2021 | CH, DE, MA, ST
Seek Him Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And turneth the shadow of death into the morning.” When language stumbles, and when things are bound To some eternal silence, yes,...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2021 | AG, DI, ET, GO, HE, IM, JE, LO
The Immortality of the Trinity’s Adoration of Lost Souls The bliss of all the saints in Heaven is Piss poor when set against the searing pain Of those in Hell. God loves and loves. Gee Whizz, Though, what about the agony, that stain, Eternal filthy stain upon that...
by phillipw | Sep 7, 2021 | AR, IS, Uncategorized
Conjecture “The unplumb’d, salt, estranging sea” ~ Matthew Arnold What Wordsworth felt and wondered rests unknown Against the edges of our minds. We know, Though not completely, what we feel. Alone The soul is and will always...
