by phillipw | Oct 18, 2026 | FO
Buddha vs. Micah 7:19 “wilt cast all their sins into the depths of the sea” Both peony and quietness fulfill The night. The quietness seems larger of The two, though. Since the peony spreads frill On frill, the competition turns to love Inside the darkness like a...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2026 | JO, KE
We Wait for Guests to Arrive with Profane Chatter Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peonies are still and not quite still. The lack of sunlight breath of breeze gives blush To beauty. Slightest petal...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2026 | Sonnet
A Merry Fool Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The merry month of May” “The glory in the flower” ~ Wordsworth So, Shakespeare wrote of glory of a man (Act 2, scene 2) in “What a piece of work” (And so on)...
by phillipw | Oct 18, 2026 | AB, AM, IN, LI, NA
38 Ab The writer writes in sentences that she Repeats, repeats in part, repeats, repeats As rigid as an Indian brave we see Hanged out to die. The heart of bravery beats No longer, due to rigor mortis. These, The thirty-seven also by him, hang As rigid as America’s...
by phillipw | Oct 17, 2026 | FA, IM, Sonnet, WH
With the Utmost Violence the Mind Can Defy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Peonies do not permit Clouds for one hundred miles to Ravage pink petals. ~ Buson [Englished by Phillip Whidden] The peonies...
by phillipw | Oct 16, 2026 | AL, DE, GA, GR, HE, Ho, MA, MO
Queer Colors King Alexander had two colors for His eyes, one blue, one brown. His hair hung blond In curls, blond gloss upon them. To adore, He chose his childhood friend. From far beyond Came sobbing. Blond of royal hair spread wide And crammed the world with...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2026 | CH, ST
Sabbath Evening Love Feast Becomes a Fresher Pentecost White peonies bloom: It seems no other blossoms Spread petals near them. ~ Kitchi [Englished by Phillip Whidden] “Beauty is truth, truth beauty.” ~ John Keats This truth is higher than this April youth. He holds...
by phillipw | Oct 15, 2026 | Sonnet
Enough Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem She does not have to fondle, stroke his hair. The thought of fingering it is like a touch. The thought alone brings miracles to bear In blood. To brush him may...
