by phillipw | Aug 8, 2021 | CA, SL
Drowsing Comfort Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Why is it that a dog asleep is not Endearing as a cat curled up to nap? That isn’t logical. A doggy ought To be as cute. A poochie on your lap...
by phillipw | Aug 8, 2021 | AN, HE, IS, SE, ST, TR
Iseut of the White Hands Slick She moves her white hands down to find his dark Disgustingness, exactly what her need Is in this darker moment. Long, and stark, And thick it promises disgusting seed If she is brave and desperate enough To take it everywhere...
by phillipw | Aug 7, 2021 | AE, BE, ES, PH
Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan The pheasant screeches on the village roof. The startled hamlet is transformed, not by The gorgeousness or by his squawk; the proof That transcendental beauty needs the cry Of ugliness to set a splendor far Apart is shown by this...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2021 | AD, EV, GA
The Reptilian Part of the Female Brain Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Because the birds are dinosaurs reduced (No, not evolved), the pheasant’s head is like A serpent’s, though more jewelled, as if...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2021 | DO, HE, WH
Donald, Woodrow, Helen Reborn in other creatures, souls must haunt Us. How could it be otherwise? He knows It cannot be his brother Donald, gaunt Upon his cancer bed and in the throes Of death, but when owlet’s voice cries out, Cries out, cries out,...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2021 | BI, LA, SK
Music with Percussion Wound In “Bound each to each” ~ William Wordsworth The skylark’s music phrases are a part Of nature’s symphony, but only some Of it. A harmony weighs at the heart Of wide concerns. Some sounds are like a drum. Percussive notes break...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2021 | BI, LA, SK
Victory Ode The skylark sings. The skylark sings in rain Beside dark woods. It sings as rain falls down Around it. Everywhere is his domain. He sings his way to triumph. Weather’s frown Is useless in his life. The mist comes, so He sings. ...
by phillipw | Aug 6, 2021 | BI, LA, SK
Reverence An ordinary little bird, but, then, He calls like angels fired by Satan, Christ, And Atlas booster engines. Like a wren Though larger, larks are mystically enticed To singing, lilting, praising in the air And carry melodies of hymning...
