by phillipw | Feb 18, 2026 | AE, AP, BE, BY, CH, ES, LU, MA, RA, UM
Male Gaze Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You see the people in the April rain. Perhaps they are umbrellas, not much more To you, or raincoats. They are like a stain On retinas and not much more. They...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2026 | ED, IR, NI, PA, PE, SU
Pedophilia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Delivery of printed music sheets Is more important than performance, though It’s not clear why. The sweating in the seats Of chasing cars is mindless,...
by phillipw | Feb 18, 2026 | AB, BU, MO
Meaningless Black and Meaningless Orange Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The monk alone includes the universe, No abbot and no temple needed here. The robe can sit alone and chant a verse And nothing more...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2026 | CA, PO, WH, WO
The Poor Boy and the Poor, Poor Joe* Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The little boy, not more than that, took out His gun to hunt for family’s food. The dirt Patch farm was even worse than dirt. Its...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2026 | Uncategorized
Don’t Ever Contemplate the Stench of Rotting Seaweed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Though frost is almost never felt on shores Like Cape Canaveral’s, sweating sun drags down The sons and daughters,...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2026 | Uncategorized
Note to the reader: the final line of this sonnet APPEARS to break the rules of sonnetry since its ending in this posted version spreads over into an extra line. But that is only apparent since in the Microsoft Word document of this sonnet there is not an extra...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2026 | EC, WI
The Wistaria, the Black Tar Road and Bitten Moon Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The scent, wistaria, and colors of The clusters on the vine seem very far Away from moon’s eclipse white blue above The...
by phillipw | Feb 17, 2026 | FA, KA
Karma in Sandusky When everything seems hidden in God’s mist, When nature has become a giant shield Against our seeing details men have missed, Then suddenly sad circumstances yield A swath of death not prophesied. A storm The night before forced college...
