by phillipw | Jul 31, 2025 | CL, FE, MA, SE
Lightening Up the Revelation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Priests wonder if it’s easier for men To pitch themselves in mystic-ness since they Are swell acquainted with their thrusting when Whammed...
by phillipw | Jul 30, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Truth about Truth Who has a need for mysticism or For pantheism? Only weakest ones Require prayer’s mistiness and these are poor And needy. They ignore uncounted suns, Uncountable, in fact, and, close to home They seem to think that mystery succeeds...
by phillipw | Jul 29, 2025 | AN, DI
Pathetic Either Or and Cryogenics “Tomorrow I shall live (the fool will say); Today’s itself too late: the wise lived yesterday.” ~ Martial [T]he world is a monster. Any three-year-old can see how unsatisfactory and clumsy is this whole business of reproducing and...
by phillipw | Jul 28, 2025 | Uncategorized
Serenity and the Stigmata as One To be a monk is not to quit, give up, Retreat, surrender like defeated saints Who know they cannot win, whose deepest cup Is not the Grail, or scour the soul for taints. To be a monk is not to pray and work And give that daily work to...
by phillipw | Jul 27, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Los Alamos Kettles Calling the Abbot’s Pots Black More like medieval monks we move beyond That trap, “the wide world,” since that world is now Too wide, the world wide web around. Most fond And unsuspecting people choose to bow To this new cosmos, but we travel...
by phillipw | Jul 27, 2025 | Uncategorized
Resting in Remembrance “something evermore about to be” ~ William Wordsworth, Book. VI, l. 603 – The Prelude Infinity lacks meaning till the times Of moment shine in darkness here and there Or maybe also in the darkest crimes, Black Holes defining it. The...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2025 | Uncategorized
From Ocean Floors of Sand to Clashing Galaxies In some supernal sense, as glorious As fields of saffron-bearing flowers with heads In basking sun, men make victorious Degrees of transformation from the reds Of desert arches to those realms above, The realms of poetry,...
by phillipw | Jul 25, 2025 | Uncategorized
“culture is individual” ~ R. H. Blyth So . . . “individual” a wise man claims Is culture, never imitative or Derivative (not secondhand)? It aims To be unique, it seems, a single door Of purest gold sprung not from parents but From nothing with no predecessors in The...
