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Agnosticism: les neiges d’antan

by | Oct 30, 2019 | AG

         Agnosticism:       les neiges d’antan “Home of a God they know, yet would not know” ~ (Sir) Roger Casement, “The Peak of the Cameroons I.” Who doesn’t recognize such feelings?  We Have all of us had moments, days or years, When we don’t want our usual...

Rimbaud, the Seer, Speaks

by | Oct 30, 2019 | RI, VE

  Rimbaud, the Seer, Speaks Somewhere among the beds and sheets of dreams Untroubled sexes sleep.  They do not yearn For likeness only, nor for love that seems To need its opposite to make it burn. These drowsy flares are burning in slow, Unspoken prophecies the...

What We Learn in the Great College Street of Knowledge

by | Oct 30, 2019 | LO, RI, VE

 What We Learn in the Great  College Street of Knowledge The worst conclusion to a crimson bout Of love is truth.  We sniff the smell of facts And they are ugly mumbles. With his snout The poet gets the scent.  His heart reacts Like pack hounds to the trail an orange...

Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number

by | Oct 30, 2019 | FR, LO, RE

Eleven, that Odd, Unfortunate Number When everything is wrong or slightly wrong, such As sex and love and friendship, all that you can Expect are travesties like using a crutch Pressed into an armpit tumor in a man   Endeavoring to walk the world, every part Of it, as...

Religious Fanaticism

by | Oct 30, 2019 | ST

     Religious Fanaticism The whore-like magnetism of a god Is lurking on the corner for those fools Who have that weakness.  Consciences are awed By come-ons utilizing sexy tools Like mysticism, scripture texts employed As mesmerism, asceticism For feeling guilt for...

The Political Poet

by | Oct 29, 2019 | KE, PO

     The Political  Poet I really LUV the way they try to see A poet’s politics.  The latest life Of Keats puts forward a pitiful plea To think of him as if the loving strife Inside him isn’t quite the point.  His heart And lungs were doomed and we’re supposed to care...

The Poet at 26

by | Oct 29, 2019 | WH, Y

          The Poet at 26 The miracle is that once I was a young Man.  Innocence was colored gold and white Then.  I was living like an angel’s tongue Before the fall of Lucifer, as bright As tongues could be in heaven with its gem Foundations and transparent...