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“A man’s reach should exceed his grasp”

                   “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He wasted love.  He took and gave it all Around and wasted it.  He took as much As anyone (almost) would...

The Trappings of Romance

  The Trappings of Romance He’d clamped his lips together both to halt His making shouts—and calling out that name. He knew that theirs had been a wild assault Against his nature.  It had been his shame. The yellow hair that clung about the head Was stylish in the...

Linda

               Linda He falls apart.  He picks it up and goes To pieces.  Snapshots there had lain inside The closet darkness decades.  In the throes Of stirred up memories, he learned they misguide. Blank absence makes us think that we’re like ones Who don’t believe...

Remaining with Them is Like Losing Them

Remaining with Them is Like Losing Them To hold on to the dead is to forsake Them.  Holding on is like a woman in Denial when divorced.  The pulse of ache Will not decrease no matter what his sin Was.  Hoping for his love again will shove Him even farther into...

Inspiration

                  Inspiration Our days and nights are blind like Homer, blind And seeing, deep and wide, but still inept. Time carries us through life but like a mind Confused through madness.  Life remains adept At fraud, poetically and just with scales Upon its...

Devotion

                                 Devotion Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A fictive leaf of ink, or paint, or gilt On vellum is perfection brushed there small But large in love of utterness.  The...

No Combination Code for the Vault

No Combination Code for the Vault All roads can lead you there but no road back. You call the stillness beauty and full peace But at a distance it seems threat as black As deathless fate.  Seek nothing of caprice Where these paths go.  This destination serves One...

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains Odysseus decides he will not die. This glares as clear to him as April light On Ithaca.  He knows this is awry So he will have to trick the gods.  Some sleight Of mental hand will come to him in time. He guesses he will have...