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Quintimations

Quintimations Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If peony prinks up in spring without Your seeing it, philosophers might cringe. If peonies prink up in spring to flout Pure poetry of pink, go out and binge...

Reverence

Reverence Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The flowering, peony perfection, flares Out wide, for you?  Emphatically not, no, You do not matter to it.  Your affairs Are zilch.  It does not care.  It does...

In Any Setting the Sun Can Be Eclipsed

In Any Setting the Sun Can Be Eclipsed Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He had to think how men might measure, scan And fix the meaning of blue beauty, blue Or mauve.  In Tokyo a geisha’s fan May measure...

A Very Shallow Grave Since It Doesn’t Even Exist

A Very Shallow Grave Since It Doesn’t Even Exist Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I could visit it, his grave would freeze Me out of knowledge, secret knowledge of The limbs and branches that he chopped...

Florida Excuses

Florida Excuses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Our father called the clouds, the tall and white Ones, mountains of his state.  We all make do. The only peaks he’d seen were somewhat slight Between his...

Vitavolt

Vitavolt The dragon claw strikes down, across, a bol⇓, Barbarity of breaking.  It is Zs In downward thruzt, a death az draztic jol⇓. It never ⚡i n g s ⚡⚡⚡as upward force.  To seiZe With violence is lightning’s point, its one And only aim.  Though brozen in its shape,...

Sabbath Evening Worship

Sabbath Evening Worship Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Chris gazes at the curly-locked guy, young, So gorgeous that Prince Absalom would hate Him. Also that black hair has surely stung Too many women’s...

The Essence of Virtue and Bass Teaching

The Essence of Virtue and Bass Teaching Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If melons were of music, they would be As orange as Troy’s burning if that fire Were trumpets, music all in symphony Of melons,...