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Irradiated Irises

            Irradiated Irises Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem His eyes were deep clairvoyant blue, and blue Of lighter kind, both present in his face At once for Paul to fall in love with.  True To...

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists Not everything must be about the spiked Coronavirus.  Tell the media And they would laugh.  You see that they are dyked Up, blocked bowels.  Encyclopedia Materials imply ten thousand things That could be focused on instead, but,...

Textually Abused

           Textually Abused It used to be that English teachers taught Us poetry by reading it aloud Or telling us that on our own we ought To memorize it.  In the distant cloud Of eons past all poetry was set In memory by bards but maybe no One else.  Our teachers...

Carving Out the Measure of Devotion

Carving Out the Measure of Devotion Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem You hardly know the truth of passion till You put it in the context of its doom. It seems as hot as sun spots or the spill Of lava...

Off and Off, or On and On

 Off and Off, or On and On Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem So . . . everything will die, disintegrate, Be lost, and atoms will be less than mist. So what?  The poets have remarked this fate For...

Obliteration

                Obliteration When once you die, your secrets will be sure, As sure as Druids long gone now will speak No more of their religion, which is pure In silence.  Hieroglyphs beneath the peak Of some poor pyramid where they have been Destroyed will hold its...

Antarctic Ambivalence

        Antarctic Ambivalence Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We think of death . . . and warmth is hardly part Of such reflection.  Buddha does not think Of death as much as he attempts to chart The...

Past Joy Everything Else is Death

Past Joy Everything Else is Death Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Le petite mort” You probe for joy, and probe for joy, then probe Again, again — more deeply.  Joy is there. You know that long...