by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | BE, SW
Consider How the Swan Lifts Up His Wings Consider how the swan lifts up his wings Above his pinion shape while gliding on The River Thames at Windsor. Athelings Were never quite so handsome in the dawn Of England’s whiteless history (so full Of scarlet...
by phillipw | Aug 23, 2019 | Mc, ME
Linda Meant Beautiful Nostalgia is an ivory-silk bride’s dress From long ago locked sternly in amber. This type of wistfulness protects that tress You stole and treasure because the camber Of such dejection is extreme beyond Pink sentiment, especially if slipped...
by phillipw | Aug 22, 2019 | HA
I Have a Fiend I have a fiend who sneaks around my brain. At times he flickers like a ghost who burned In hell a while but now is just a stain, A vile aurora borealis turned To haunting in dark upper Arctic airs. More usually unfurlings of his black Light...
by phillipw | Aug 22, 2019 | Ta
Feline Thoughts on Pedigree The English, as usual not nonplussed By foreign aristocracy, impressed No, not at all by noble, upper crust, Unbishoped Talleyrand, were not hard pressed To sneer at Duc de Biron. After all, Destesting frog and wog, Brits would snigger At...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | SO
It’s Good We Have No Soul Inside Us It’s good we have no soul inside us. What A crowd there’d be if it were otherwise. Each capillary has a megawatt Of passion in its tiny tunnel. Cries Of pumping silence pulse along our veins– And arteries...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | RE
Who cares about regret? Who cares about regret? It’s as useless As boys with beautiful eyes on a beach For lesbians with dangling tits, juiceless Twats, et cetera, who don’t want to reach To touch a passing bulge. Who cares about Regret? Just what does...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | PH
The Truth Brings on the Future Verity brings the future. Time will flow Without the truth; however, time’s small truth (Made up of energy and things) will go Away some morning when entropy’s tooth Inflicts its final bite, but here we speak Of truth far...
by phillipw | Aug 21, 2019 | AP
Distant and Distant For Fiona, Kimberly and Ivan One night when Perseus had put to bed His wingèd horse and kissed his forelock, twice, (While no one else was watching), too much red Wine passed Perseus’s lips since at dice He lost a pile of coins. The next...
