by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | JO
The New Trump Wall with its Foundation in Gun-totin’ Texas: A New Way to Remember JFK We know now that the Dallas bullets weren’t Jihadi driven shots. This Micah guy (Just from his name, this Micah Johnson) burnt That sort of slander, blasted it sky high. He fired...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | WO
Elegant Shyster Scams The promises come shining on the screen In prophecies of perfect website charms As easy as the morals and the sheen Of lipstick on a whore. But then the harms Come, shocks of jargon and refusal to Allow real progress in creation of The blog...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | OR
Giant Midgets Too small for even microscopes to see They do the work of giants larger than Goliath. They are God’s minute decree As wide as life could ever grow. Their span Though small is right across the living world, These enzymes and the DNA that holds...
by phillipw | Nov 11, 2019 | RE
Obscured by Limbs and Leaves Obscured by limbs and leaves, the blue and gold Dome tries to show true meaning by the road, High up above the elevated cold M4. Gray asphalt paving is the code Of modern urban pathways. There’s no need For prophecies, or holy men...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | RE
Tahiti’s Ocean Undertow is Not Strong Enough Vision after the Sermon. Paul Gaugin. Wikipedia They come, these aching diamonds of pain And beauty. Those who search for them are bound For disappointment. Those who try to gain Them through a pilgrimage...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | FO
Another Kind of Diversity A slightly fleshy football thug looks out At us between a scarf and baseball cap. As veiled as Muslim women, he’s a lout. His tit is flabby and he looks like crap. Between concealing cloth across his face And shirt tied round the waist of...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | MA
Mateen Two Hours Past Midnight in the Garden of Self Loathing The Jewish Sabbath ended hours before The incident. The Christian holy day Had just begun. Was Allah sleeping or Exulting on his throne? To whom to pray When holy Omar opened fire...
by phillipw | Nov 10, 2019 | LO
… _ _ _ … It is as if harsh threads of Arctic cold Ran bending straight along the centers of The veins that fed my heart. These scourges tolled Their wire-like ways through me and froze my love. The threads swelled up so much that they...
