by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | ST, TO
Curly-headed One ………………………………… Saints in Heaven in Torcello How beautiful they are, the robes upon...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | DA
To Be as One He plunges in again, again, again. He plunges deep and long, a stretching time, Then pulls himself out, ready for the pain That isn’t pain, involving thrust and climb Towards the best. Withdrawing is a part Of it, but not the beauty. It is...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | FR
Philosophical Advice about Friendship Two thousand years ago and more smart men Began to write philosophy about Male friendship. What they wrote on scrolls, again, Again, again was that they had no doubt That perfect friendship could exist between Two perfect men of...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | LO
Romance Two roses, redder than the scarlet veins Of Venus, are arranged together in Straight lines. Their vase is vertical. Pains Are banished from them, just as sickly sin Is exiled from the Holy City. Men And women loving in such perfect pairs...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | AB
Force If only we could read the Absolutes As clear as Plato’s, diamond sheen on The streets of Heaven, clearest eyed recruits To Hitler’s Youth, and Zarathrustra’s dawn, Then we could be the prophets of all time, And times beyond it,...
by phillipw | Jan 26, 2020 | VA
“La tristesse durera toujours.” ~ Vincent van Gogh Dr. Gachet, Wikipedia The sadness will not ever go away. It may not cut like razors in the wrists, Yet like the black hole ghosts of yesterday The stain will linger. Like those haunting mists Of midnights...
by phillipw | Jan 25, 2020 | DE
Heedless The gardener doesn’t come. The rose’s long New shoots for next year’s blossoms whip about In gale force winds and being young aren’t strong Enough to bear the storm. The ruthless clout Snaps them, one by one. They were supposed to Be stapled...
by phillipw | Jan 25, 2020 | AN, AR, MA
Immortal Anthems of the Holy Ones; They Forget the Cost …… In raw solemnity the angels voice A rush. They sing of all the martyrs who Have suffered darkest pain. Souls rejoice, The souls of seraphs with their wings grown two...
