by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | MA, SE
God Has Gone Up Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She doesn’t think about his hairy pit. She thinks about his arm, the right one with Its bulging vein. She doesn’t think of tit With nubbly...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | IG, MI, SP, Ta
Pathetic Skin, Flesh, “Brain” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Today already, twice, I’ve seen two pics Of tattoos with dickhead spelling mistakes. One says . . . “Musle Healing.” The dopy dicks Who...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | EL, JU, MA, MO, Ta
Cleopatras Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Queen of Egypt, Cleopatra, won The love of Roman rulers. Mythic in Her force to ravish first the older one And then seduce the younger man,...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | AD, AU, BO, CA, JO, JU, MA, NA
Modern Improvements I find it faintly droll that Caesar had No clue about Napoleon and Hitler, that Augustus never knew how ultra bad That Mao and Josef Stalin were. How flat Those Caesars would have felt if only they Had known how pipsqueak they would seem compared...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | BL, LO
Love is Thicker than Blood Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Ask Romeo on Juliet. They know. So, never mind blood being thicker than Mere water. Blood commands a certain flow Propelled by thumping flesh....
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | CO, DA, GE, LE, MA, OR, PE, VI
The Heart is Never Central Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The heart is never central. It is to The left and far too far above the base. The heart is not positioned for the true. It loves too much the...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | AU, BE, CA, DE, DO, ED, FA, RO, WI
A Seal Upon my Heart Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My lingering rose, the lightish purple one, Has failed to open. It is still a bud In late November. Though the autumn sun Indulges it, the rose will...
by phillipw | May 6, 2020 | AR, DE, LO, PO, RI
Veiled as for a Funeral, Not a Wedding We have that face. We have those written lines. It’s difficult to say just which is more Poetic, hero doomed by death’s designs, Or poetry abandoned by the whore, That smelly adolescent. Words obscure The meanings and the edges...
