by phillipw | Dec 14, 2025 | CA, DI, GA, GO, ST, WA, WH
Only a God Would Think of Gilding a Cavern Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Divine I am, inside and out, and I make holy whatever I touch or am touch’d from” ~ Walt Whitman “Divine I...
by phillipw | Dec 14, 2025 | DA, FA, RE
Nagging Life Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “laugh and go” ~ “I Meant to Do My Work Today,” Richard Le Gallienne Life feels the force of fact and right behind It follows fantasy. The...
by phillipw | Dec 13, 2025 | AC
Gusts, Lightning and Tornados Recollected Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He feels the winds of ancient Greece blow through His roses, winds that brushed acanthus leaves Before by Mycenaean...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2025 | AM, BI, GA, Ho, LO
The True God 1 John 4:8 Do you desire to ruin God? Then turn Him to abstraction. Say that he is love Instead of Lover. Lovers want to burn Us, brand us, mark us, lift us up above With tongs of passion, fill us overspilled With liquid life, or send us spinning...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2025 | MA, WI
Told by an Idiot . . . Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem And signifying nothing; . . .but . . . so what? So what if that is true? Remember, though, The villain mouthing that. He is a butt At best, a...
by phillipw | Dec 12, 2025 | JO, KE
Poetry’s Tiltings “bride of quietness and slow time” An emerald gem does not require your praise To be a wonder as it waits. We cut With laps and chisels reverently to raise Its hallowed thrill. The angles need not strut Their loveliness. It lies in silence while...
by phillipw | Dec 11, 2025 | BL, MY, WI
Reach Out and Touch The mystic cites a grain of sand. He means An emerald, cut, belonging to the New Jerusalem, implying all the greens That Christ created. Though the mystic knew Of sapphires and of diamonds, he chose To mean not blue; not purest of clarity; But...
by phillipw | Dec 10, 2025 | MA
Farewell “Look thy last on all things lovely,/ Every hour.” ~ Walter de la Mare, “Fare Well” She turns and looks for one last time upon The neighborhood she leaves. The asphalt where The ambulance is waiting isn’t dawn. She turns to see the roses where they blare In...
