by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
The Missed Lightning Rod I used to look up at that redwood tree Each time I passed it and it made me think Of you. It loomed there like a tall decree That I remember Charles, a giant link Between us two. I never crossed the road To smell it or to feel its...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
Love. Love? …………………………..“Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds” My grief for you began before God killed You, long before you died. I grieved for you When you went off...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | CH, ST
Chuck’s Acer Bursts to Final Oxblood Life So bare all winter, now the little tree Is bursting out towards rich red truth. The leaves Evince a burgundy of promise, free Of lack. Though still too pale each one perceives Its destiny more clearly than...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | SE
Chanting for the Real You “en las Mañanitas” I want to serenade you in dark hours Before the dawn. Our little town will be The place of love, the place of songs and powers Of poetry. My lungs will make the plea Because my heart is paralyzed...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | ID
A Trinity in Thought Jehovah, and then Plato, and then Mo Imposed eternal absolutes on us. Mohammed says that we’re supposed to grow Our roots in Allah. If we don’t, Mo’s cuss Will blast us, so watch out for suicide Pathetics on the prowl. Jehovah’s law Is...
by phillipw | Nov 5, 2019 | MO
A Fragrant Shrub Bought for a Sister Aunt Wilma wanted me to plant a white Gardenia on Lorena’s grave, dark green Leaves, glossiness and beauty there in spite Of crab grass. This would make the dry sand scene More lovely, like Lorena, she the gem Cut into facets...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | BE
Beauty Far Beyond Meaning I get a glimpse of golden Russian cross And turban blue of dome. The bus speeds past The ancient blend of cultures with the gloss And semi-gloss of urban psyches cast Together for a thousand years or more. There must be chanting just beneath...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | SE
Know Thyself Most men exist in fuzziness of brain At best. They do not really live in full Possession of their truth. Men live in vain And cannot really say that they can pull The levers of reality because They seldom think. No, they don’t really think....
