by phillipw | Jan 1, 2026 | Uncategorized
The Investigative Judgment Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine that your soul was opened, turned, Turned inside out by Jesus Christ or Freud– Or Satan. Were the brands within it burned...
by phillipw | Dec 31, 2025 | NE
New Year Muddled Catawampus This New Year’s morning; There’s nothing good or bad, just Us human beings. ~ Shiki [Englished by Phillip Whidden who suggests this title for it: “Myopic”] The poet says that New Year’s Day provides Him neither good nor bad, just...
by phillipw | Dec 31, 2025 | Uncategorized
The Darkness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The days and weeks and months transport us to Eternity. The years move you much more In slowness to our fate. Our decades queue More stilt-like, yet we never...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2025 | JA, WE
Shakespeare versus Onitsura and Tozan Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Great Morning breaks: The winds of long ago blow In through the pine trees. ~ Onitsura [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The wind in...
by phillipw | Dec 30, 2025 | RE, SU
Of Cricket’s Bone Act I, scene 4 How real are you? Or, rather, how unreal? Are you as real as Romeo upon The stage—or even less? Or more Surreal, An echo out of place, a sunset dawn, A butterfly Antarctic or a ghost On golden streets of Heaven? No. No. You Are...
by phillipw | Dec 29, 2025 | DE, HA, Uncategorized
Haddocks’ Eyes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A day of light starts To shine upon the heads of Netted pilchard eyes. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The dawn comes up, so slow, so slow, yet not...
by phillipw | Dec 28, 2025 | UN
The Escapeless Religion Forget about the pleasantness of love. You know the loving that hearts mean when they Are hopeless, holding dreaminess above The hormones that produce escapeless sway, Those hormones like addiction. You adhere To it as if hot heroin,...
by phillipw | Dec 28, 2025 | AN, GA, MA, Uncategorized, VI
August is the Cruellest Month Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And the angel departed” Luke 1:38 The morning of that life begins in dark Of Friday’s night, of Sabbath evening. Long, That...
