by phillipw | May 7, 2026 | Uncategorized
Bluest Sky “by meer playing go to heaven” ~Henry Vaughan We played beside Canaveral’s shore, the two Of us, he strong and beautiful as men Can be, and me a silly boy, a stretch Too far that sunshine afternoon, and then We strained to life beyond the gilded sand And...
by phillipw | May 7, 2026 | BR, CA, DO, PH, WH
Bluest Sky “by meer playing go to heaven” ~Henry Vaughan We played beside Canaveral’s shore, the two Of us, he strong and beautiful as men Can be, and me a silly boy, a stretch Too far that sunshine afternoon, and then We strained to life beyond the gilded sand And...
by phillipw | May 7, 2026 | Uncategorized
Choose Golden or Hard Steel Rule Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The nationalist white Christians want to rule The nation (and the world). But they are not True Christians. White ones such as them would...
by phillipw | May 6, 2026 | Uncategorized
The God of Mercy “rained upon Sodom and upon Gomorrah brimstone and fire from the Lord out of heaven.” “the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever” Some people want all poetry to be Like Bambi sans the death of mother, their Theology to be...
by phillipw | May 6, 2026 | Uncategorized
To the North of Dreams Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The house of dreams that never was comes up. Perhaps it never was a part of life. My dreams attempt to catch it and to cup It in . . . my heart. I...
by phillipw | May 5, 2026 | FA, FI, PR, SE
Brothers with Single Lenses or with Multiple Lenses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I had three. Two of them were dragonflies, And one a flitting butterfly. The two Sat down with certainty; each found...
by phillipw | May 4, 2026 | Uncategorized
Fullness in Concavity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It has handsomeness in grace, a grace Receding and yet full. It glares with flame, A flame of blackness yet without a trace Of smell’s apology,...
by phillipw | May 4, 2026 | BL, MY, RO, WI, WO
Blake District Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem What Wordsworth felt about the rocks is just About as crucial as the way that they Regarded him. If they cried out in dust About the lakes and hills,...
