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Helpful Hands Instead of Punctured Stigmata Palms

Helpful Hands Instead of Punctured Stigmata Palms Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If mystical or sentimental, go Away.  Don’t wallow with those graceful trees, The weeping willows.  Stop your Eckharts’...

Sinicon Valley

Sinicon Valley Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “have corrupted themselves”  ~ King James Version We worship, tranced, around the golden calf, The Web, AI, and now are in its wide Dunes, desert wastes,...

Words, after all, are not only words

Words, after all, are not only words “Words: Which have no words” ~ Shelley Not much imagination is required To start a sonnet.  Find your courage.  Start. The words and scheme take over.  As desired They soon possess you like a demon.  Heart And mind aren’t...

Eyes for Seeing

Eyes for Seeing The curse, the pang with which they died,         Had never passed away; I could not draw my eyes from theirs,         Nor lift them up to pray.                 ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge Their eyes still stare through death that you and I Cannot...

Where Colorlessness Comes From

Where Colorlessness Comes From Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A red and yellow maple leaf sinks down In water clearer than the last of dawns. The color of the pond is like the gown Eternity puts on in...

Provoking the Willow

Provoking the Willow Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We push aside the willow branches, hand In motion, leaves in motion by the wind Then by our fingers, palms and wrists.  No grand Significance results,...

Dog DNA

Dog DNA Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Bing Videos A puppy is a puppy and a dog A dog.  When each is sleeping, it remains Itself, exact.  There’s nothing like a fog In dogginess.  There are no feline...

Wings for a Holy Search

Wings for a Holy Search Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If I were on a pilgrimage, I would Not want a saint to walk with but instead Would want a butterfly to be my good Companion.  I would follow where...