by phillipw | Jan 12, 2026 | Uncategorized
A Christian Interpretation The hurricane lifts up the poolside fence And wrenches it to make a knot. This twist Is caused by spawned tornado. Slim defense Of loving God is formed, of course. A fist With nail prints in it isn’t on display. The twister yanks the...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2026 | PS, Uncategorized
Meretseger Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Meretseger on an ostracon “But don’t dig too deeply in your mind…you know we have to glide a little over the surface.” ~ Madame de Sévingné “But somewhere—in my...
by phillipw | Jan 12, 2026 | GO, SE, TH, TR
Piddling Emperors and Trunkless Legs* Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem God changes not, Eternal lack of feet, Not iron and clay, just iron without a toe, He waits beyond immortal, throne as seat, Unmoving...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2026 | FU, PA
Tomorrowless and Tomorrowless and Tomorrowless Like an Ill-conceived Necklace Minus Chain Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Perhaps you’ve thought about it. It’s not new To you. They think we have a...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2026 | FU
The Mouth Tomorrow waits, a gaping gob. In fact The future bares its teeth, a gaping throat, Its lips with spittle dripping. We can act, But like an idiot we must misquote The universe if we prefer a smile To truth. If not a slobbering moron, then The cosmos...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2026 | BA, DE, DI, GO
The Reason Bamboo was Created Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The long thick tubes that rise and dominate Were first created by a certain God, Perhaps an Oriental one whose fate Required him to be oddly...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2026 | Uncategorized
Baha’i Beauty Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She dreamed of him but in a sheer black veil Around his midriff and his hips, his thighs And calves. The night dream turned the cloth to sail But...
by phillipw | Jan 11, 2026 | AI, IN
Till Turning, Turning We Come Round Right Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Turn mind to friends. Turn mind to daydreams. Turn Your mind to books and beauties. Turn to true, Not TikTok vacuums* and turn to...
