by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | KI, MU
King’s Dreary The sky lies blue on top of still canals In Cambridge. Perpendicular, the thrust Of King’s attempts to leave the drear locales And gravity behind. The sound of trust Arises from the boys’ voices in The soaring chapel...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | BE, MA
Penis Penance Just how can women cope when men are more Gorgeous than their female matings, as strong As gondolas’ slow rocking on the shore Of Serenissima; or like a long Boat set by Viking sinew on the waves In Arctic storm of sleet that muscles...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | MA
The Maldives, the Tsunami, and Death Duty A garland, greener than the aqua fringe Around each island of its atolls, waits Just barely in the ocean where they cringe In memory of that wave. Its shade negates The jewelled magic of the necklace where It’s anchored...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | RO
Back from Rainy Padua to Sunny Venice, but… Two nuns in white and black stand in the way. I can’t see any reason why they should Desire to block our boarding, yet they stay To thwart our vaporetto stance. What could Their purpose be? Their church has...
by phillipw | Mar 10, 2020 | VE, WO
Wokingham and Venice (Petrarchan and English sonnets) In Wokingham where charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone Maintain the quintessential, modest tone Of English towns, a quiet A to Zed Of quaintest understatement, I just found A book about...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AS, BU, CH, JE, SA
Petaled Salvation An emperor or any man must grope His mumbling way if he would go as pure As Buddha or as Christ. The slightest hope Is offered. Jesus holds out just one sure Path forward into holiness. “Go sell All, all you have and give it to the...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, PO, RI, VE
Absinthe-minded Charlatan “The most curious thing about the transformation of the sensorial apparatus—the phenomenon, at least, that struck me most forcibly in the experiments I conducted on myself— is that all sensations are perceived by all senses at...
by phillipw | Mar 9, 2020 | AR, LO, PA, RI, RO, VE
What Kind of Place is Fit for Men? …………”L’allée est sans fin” ~ Paul Verlaine What kind of place is fit for hommes who want To make a London nest together, one Where poetry is brooded, a romaunt Perhaps, or maybe some...
