by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | SO
Epitaph on Epicurus’s Epiphenomenon: Wishful Non-Thinking The soul, if it exists at all, consists Of stuff we cannot register with tools Or natural senses. If the mind resists The logic of thin physics, then new rules Must be developed, like a child who...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | ED
My Innocent Niece and Flattering, Phoney Educationists When kids are taught that they are geniuses At this or that, while, frankly, they are duff At it, we turn them in keeniuses— Until they flop. Then we require hot stuff Developed long ago: it’s common...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | RA
Sin Is Not Thinking If Eve had only thought about the text Surrounding her and meditated on The clear instructions given her, the hexed Catastrophe would not have gone To her destruction. All around her grew The scent of beauty. She saw all the hints Perfection...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | HE
The Golden Rule Philosophically Plated Take pleasure for yourself like hummingbirds. Give joy to others as you swallow juice They give. Ignore Religion’s numbing words. There’s nothing wrong with being jolly loose So long as you don’t harm...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | RE
“We Will Remember Them” Another soldier’s face comes on the screen As meaningless as if the box were blank Or as a hardcore pornographic scene With yet another coupling, clank, clank, clank. They give his name and we think, “Well, so what?” As unconcerned...
by phillipw | Nov 4, 2019 | FL, JE, TI
Quintet of Sonnets about Jeanette Black and White Her eyes cast down as if ashamed of style And beauty, she is captured. She is held Forever in the falseness. All the while This image has existed, it’s compelled Jeanette...
by phillipw | Nov 3, 2019 | PO
A Single Finger One single finger pointing to a God, That sign is what a poem ought to be. A sonnet is a temple’s carved facade And offers formal serendipity, A mystic insight from a hand scab marked By Christ’s stigmata. Francis made that rhyme. His...
by phillipw | Nov 2, 2019 | FL, WH
My Aunt Jeanette was Beautiful like like a Hollywood Glamor Queen and my Mother Wanted to Wear Jungle Gardenia The taste of Florida sunshine, its smells And colors, orange blossoms against green Leaves, evergreen in sunlight, wetly swells...
