by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | CO
[While being prosecuted, Marie-Anne Charlotte de Corday d’Armont (27 July 1768 – 17 July 1793) said, among other things, in response to the prosecutor’s questioning, “Oh, the monster! He thinks I am a common assassin!” In response to...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | KE
Keats’ House before Arthur A meager air like dimmed eternity Pervades the scene. The purple of the spikes Of crocuses is like an undersea Phenomenon in coral depths the likes Of which John Keats could not have seen Or conjured in his poetry. But still This...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | IS
Deformities It’s tripled Deuteronomy in length That Allah-spawned Koran, iron nippled In feeling, more than ninety proof in strength. Anyone who loves it ends up crippled By crushing combinations of its force And numbness at the boring sameness of It to...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | MA, SP
Sun Christened Springtime Buds ………… Camellias on Chepstow Crescent, London, March 2, 2019 Sun christened springtime buds of blooms and leaves Come out and hum a melody. The chill Air shouts, “Not yet,” so each new shoot aggrieves...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | SA
“The Morning Stars Sang Together” The greens of jade absorb the red of blood, Take in the blot of death. In hungry veins Jiang Qing sucked in a flow, a youthful flood Of soldiers’ young transfusions. Screaming stains Ran down stacked altars from...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | TU
The Crescent-shaped Royal Ransom Revenge across the Centuries Wikipedia The Lionheart King Richard won and lost The Holy Land but on his way back to Misgoverned England he was caught and tossed Inside a donjon by a kangaroo Middle European greedy duke...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BU
Serenity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem As if a sacred nothing were a kind Of gift, Gautama left his palace, went To wander in the world’s ways and to find Enlightenment adrift on...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2019 | BE, BR
Far from Grim He has a wayward symmetry, not right Like Christ’s, this hair a harmful Rupert Brooke’s. The marble-like complexion gathers light, Transluscent, pure, too beautiful for books. The faintness and the flawlessness of skin Stretched...
