by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | PA
Long Underwear and Hot Water Bottles vs. Mills and Boon Those things we take for granted like the greens Surrounding us in Windsor, greyish clouds, Our waking up, and toast and tea routines, The tastelessness of Tuesday shopping crowds On Oxford Street the week before...
by phillipw | Feb 11, 2020 | CH, DE, MO, ST
The Coach Rides Past The coach rides past where pheasants once were seen But much has changed since then. You died. The limbed Edge by the fields lost leaves and when the green Came back again, the furrowed ground then brimmed With life again, but if the...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | GH
Phosphorescence in the Ocean Waves and Footsteps on the Shore Dead souls are everywhere and not just in The ground or air from pyres. Dead spirits form A haze of hueless smoke. They are so thin, Though, that despite this insubstantial storm Around us (and presumably...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CO, ER, MA, PE
[This poem may cause some offence in some readers. If you think you may be offended, please do not read it.] Homo Erectus What stimulus is needed in a man To search for what Christ really wants of him? He knows already what his pulsing span Requires. Inside...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CH, DE, LO, ST
I Spend my Nights Composing Sonnets for The Dead: Charles Randall Stanfield I spend my nights composing sonnets for The dead. The great majority of these I never knew because they number more Than friends and relatives I try to seize In poetry. I write of Talleyrand...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | MA, SE
Hercules Had a Cudgel For men it’s violence and sex. For them The love comes accidentally at best. They want to lift up Aphrodite’s hem And rape what she has never quite suppressed There, furred between her thighs, but first they must Fulfill the need to...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | AE, BE, BR, ES, MA
Ashurbanipal Reincarnated At a Desk in Rare Books and Music A sternness in the beauty of his nose, His eyebrows and the arch above them, Its sweeping, upward, back—these all compose An epic that should wear a diadem. Its jewels should be from Asia and the isles Of...
by phillipw | Feb 10, 2020 | CE
Non, je ne regrette rien ………….The tomb of Rudolf Nureyev We go to see where famous people lived And died, and where their bodies rest. But why? Perhaps we think their genius can be sieved Through their abandoned bedrooms—or the sky...
