by phillipw | Nov 21, 2025 | BR, DO, Uncategorized, WH
Young Donald A Sonnet Sequence Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Philadelphia on Cape Canaveral’s Sun and Sea Breeze My brother Donald, bigger, bolder, strong, Loved women just a bit too much, too...
by phillipw | Nov 20, 2025 | CH, Uncategorized
Character like tRUMP’s Shouts Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “What you are speaks so loudly, I cannot hear what you say.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson You know the kind of person, wife or friend, That...
by phillipw | Nov 19, 2025 | Uncategorized
Shehovah’s Omnipotence Proved Billions of Times Since She Made Stars in Billions of Years before the Fourth Day of Creation but Also All in that One Day Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem 3I/ATLAS comet The...
by phillipw | Nov 18, 2025 | EP, FR, MA, ON, Uncategorized
No Matter How Golden the Beach or Blue and Deep and Wide the Ocean, Footprints are Needed An Ontological and Epistemological Sonnet “Know thyself” ~ the temple at Delphi If Friday left no footprints, would he be A Man? If Robinson had not been quite So lost in...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2025 | SE
That Gallant Thing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Your destiny includes a rupture in Your darkness. You desire it but . . . no, not Unless it thrusts as muscular as sin. The holy ones have made you with...
by phillipw | Nov 17, 2025 | Uncategorized
Paired sonnets ‘“Instant Gratification Isn’t Quick Enough”’ ~ attributed to a Dollywood starlet/harlot’ and “Atlantics and Pacifics Stacked on Top of One Another”’ Decide upon the way that you will drown. Decide to drown in knowledge and in books And in this AI age...
by phillipw | Nov 16, 2025 | Uncategorized
Bletchley Betrayer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The moon is like a sickle reptile found In one of Satan’s prayerbooks, Books of Hours, Books of spells. The sickle makes no sound, A hiss unworthy...
by phillipw | Nov 15, 2025 | Uncategorized
di Chirico’s “Conversation Among the Ruins”: Courtly Love in the Twentieth Century after Freud For once a male paints woman, man and hills But showing not her body or her face, Not even showing flanks and butt for thrills Of drooling eyes. A platform in a space...
