by phillipw | Jul 7, 2019 | FR
Cast in the Mold of Eternal Flame The law corrects the imperfections, flaws, And weaknesses of individuals. It can’t perfect them. Make as many laws As you might frame and still residuals Of cussedness will thrive like tares among Genetically...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | LO
“And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever.” My love for you is like unceasing verse, Immortal poetry in endless lines Consumed by never ending flames. Disperse It like the incense burned in pagan shrines, But beauty of this sort...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | AL
Alexander He had the countenance and features of Great gods. Believing this, men fashioned for Him attributes humanity must love: Invincibility shot through with more Than imperfection—sadness from desire, The will to triumph at the greatest cost,...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | UN
A Gold-like Necktie from the Metropolitan Museum of Art I’m wearing unicorns around my throat And near my heart. Of course they’re cream-like white, Though on their necks in gold fields where they float Are clasped wide collars of a red not bright As blood but darker,...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | VE
The Transit of Venus with a monarch’s voice Cry, “Havoc!” When Venus transits hairy torsos, she Impels much more than sweat in manly hearts. This goddess is a Viking on a spree Of killing, gone berserk. Her orbit charts A path...
by phillipw | Jul 5, 2019 | BA
Aleatory Melodies Are sonnets chancy music pieces, fey, More like a mistress in a corset when Victoria reigned? Do they lead astray As some silk-corseted comedienne Embarrasses with innuendo or Their saucy message. Are they like twelve-tone Sonatas rigidly...
by phillipw | Jul 4, 2019 | BE
Persian King of the British Library Extremely dark brown and curly, his hair Demands attention from the eyes and heart. It’s long enough to trap me like a snare At midnight where his beard becomes the part That emphasizes masculinity, Embracing finely drawn moustache...
by phillipw | Jul 4, 2019 | TE
Flight to Abuja While Thinking of Lockerbie Encased in plastics and a metal shell, We hurtle through the night above a black Colossal continent of dark and smell The airline food. The captain knows the track That we are following, or thinks he does (Unless an...
