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Dam Sluice

                       Dam Sluice Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Acts 9: 18 Some people, many maybe, think it hard To cause a poem (or a painting just As much).  They think the challenge is a sard Too...

Kabibi Love and Flowers and Other Things

Kabibi Love and Flowers and Other Things Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem             Kabibi came to me the first day of My teaching in that Great Rift Valley school. At first I did not know how much my...

Dusk on Cape Canaveral

Dusk on Cape Canaveral Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  That which travels                                                                                                                                  ...

Cutie Pie Cat

                 Cutie Pie Cat The pink-nosed face of Prospero my cat, Pink nose and white fur face, is what he rubs Against me, purring.  He does not know that I love him since he’s cute.  My finger scrubs His whiskers and his ears because I think He likes that kind...

Shade

                       Shade The quiet, silent things send echoes through Each other.  Rosebush leaves above the tom That naps beneath them are more quiet, strew Their silence down, reverberating calm On nearly silent breathing through his two Pink nostrils held by...

Moon-filled Tongue

         Moon-filled Tongue Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Elaborate the movements as the cat Performs his grooming in the feline night: He flourishes his head and licks his matte Fur into moon gloss...

Prospero Wiser than Ageing Phillip

    Prospero Wiser than Ageing Phillip My Prospero, it turns out, naps below The roses in front garden border.  He Doesn’t know I think that this is no Good way for health.  For years my order he Heard.  “Stay out back among the other flowers,” He heeded.  Recently...

Cat Contentment

            Cat Contentment Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Modern poetry m The cat begins his yawn by curling out His pinkest tongue tip as his lips begin To part.  His faith in comfort is devout....

Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It

Woodrow Wilson Whidden Lived to Witness It Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contempor Woodrow Whidden in overalls on Cape Canaveral The Cape Canaveral ocean shoreline’s dream Pretends it does not wish that it could lick Far...

North and South

       North and South   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Through the waters of Granada only sighs can row.  ~ Lorca, “Baladilla de lost res rios” The gondolier in Venice oars his way Through green as...

Night and Day a Mystery

      Night and Day a Mystery   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  My cat is twitching on my lap.  His dreams Are patent leather to my eyes, more black Than death inside a universe that streams With...

The Castrato

                             The Castrato Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  It sounded like the seraphim in song, Forked voiced, with vampire blood infused, inspired, And sending dry ice coldness like a...

Insatiable

                 Insatiable Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Insatiable, your death creates a hole That sucks, a vacuum, a vortex made Of solar wind without a sun.  No coal Was ever black as this.  No...

Love Always Leads to Let Down

       Love Always Leads to Let Down My Prospero has changed to jumping up And settling down in comfort on my lap. I move my palm and fingers, making cup Of love around his rump.  He moves to nap The way that cats do, circling with pink paws And winding down with nose...

Vacuum Filled by Lavishness

             Vacuum Filled by Lavishness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ...

We Had a Dog Once 

                We Had a Dog Once  We had a dog once whom (?) my brother killed. This little doggie should have lived a long, Long time because she was so small. She filled My mother’s heart with little warmths like song Despite the high-pitched barking, barking...

After the Regicide

              After the Regicide The cats scream out soprano, tenor love And desperate alto love beneath.  They know A deeper meaning, one of passion, shove And claws we humans have forgotten.  So Intense their hatred which they wrap up in Their wooing that we feel...

Fast

                            Fast I lay my hands against his fur.  Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane.  My fingers warm his back And side.  They warm me, too.  My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green.  This calm...

Elio and Oliver During and After

       Elio and Oliver During and After   How meaningless the road ahead is when It doesn’t lead to him and love.  The stretch Is straight, or slightly bent, when two young men, Who stepped outside the hedging, made a sketch Of other love, and parted, then are...

Unleaping

                Unleaping He lies there in a leap, or so it seems. He lies there on the bed as if propelled In hunting.  Maybe in his twitching dreams He saw a mouse or bird and felt compelled To grasp it in those whitest sleepy paws Though in a dream they couldn’t...

Dispensation

                      Dispensation Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  What falls from heavens here upon the earth Brings mornings set with richness and with flux. A fullness settles, once with grief or...

Canaveral Olympic Sport

     Canaveral Olympic Sport           The Splashothrills In Response to Wordsworth and the Daffodils The brothers and the sisters set a race Of sorts.  They go out to the little dock And brace up on that sunlit wooden space, Banana River space.  Some lift up frock...

Dance Floor Wonder, Wow!

   Dance Floor Wonder, Wow! Canaveral in the 1920s stood For ultra boondocks-ness.  A band made up Of ukulele and a shiny wood Guitar and small accordion played up For tiny audiences in the hall. Still, people simply have to make do with The stuff to hand.  But then a...

Clarity and Confusion

                  Clarity and Confusion Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He shows contentment with his claws.  A paw In whiteness stretches out and claws curve out Of white and pink.  The curves of...

The Heavenly Choir after It Fell on Florida

The Heavenly Choir after It Fell on Florida   The spider web comes Hot against his face; August In damp Kulaqua. In Florida humidity comes full On like a curse.  A thunderstorm comes down In swashing curtains made of wet warm wool. A coolness follows but then comes...

Cat Snap

                       Cat Snap The cat sinks slowly into sleep but not Too deeply.  Holding onto surface wit Enough to settle in its cardboard cot, A box lid, furred, unfazed, it starts to knit Together dreams and life until its tail Stops swaying slightly at its tip...

Waking Honesty

                     Waking Honesty Our cats are not like us.  They sleep the sleep Of focused soldiers, dreaming dreams that we Would never dare.  Cats’ drowsing isn’t deep But deep enough.  They live hyperbole Or, at the least, intensity. They curl Around,...

Self-envy

                    Self-envy I suffer from that rarest illness, called Self-envy. Everyone, it seems, but me Is desperate, as if they each are walled Up in a prison or are like a quay That no ships come to, ever, but my days And nights are full. I have a cat who...

Drowsing Comfort

        Drowsing Comfort Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Why is it that a dog asleep is not Endearing as a cat curled up to nap? That isn’t logical.  A doggy ought To be as cute.  A poochie on your lap...

Cats and Men

                    Cats and Men Winn wasted love, romantic life, on men And cats like men.  The men walked round as proud As only cats (and men) can be and then They left.  Sometimes the men and cats allowed Some stroking of their hairy bodies for A little while and...

What is the Meaning of Life?

What is the Meaning of Life? He asks what meaning life has.  It is life. The question does not have a purpose.  No Reply is needed.  Answers just cause strife. Philosophy is like a blizzard, snow Opaque and countless thoughts of white that pile Up beautifully, but...

Tacit Beauty

                  Tacit Beauty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Where mountains aren’t, the world is still the world. There may not be the white of peaks or harsh Escarpments, but the streams of spring...

Cleaving on an Island

         Cleaving on an Island Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The house on Merritt Island stood alone On sand.  No doubt the sand had sandspurs set Among the weeds.  Like a ramshackle throne It ruled...

Miraculous Bunkum

     Miraculous Bunkum The minds of pilgrims plod along because They lack the gifts required to see without A relic.  Hunkered there inside its gauze Of cloth of gold as if in holy pout, It waits for priests to open up its box Or gate, the reliquary encrusted with  ...

Grieving in the All but Lost

         Grieving in the All but Lost Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Our memories are retrieved by golden chains That reach, reach, reach until they hook a jewel From cavern depths.  The caves are...

Not as Certain as Dim Marble in the Nave

Not as Certain as Dim Marble in the Nave We pause beside those tombs, the ones with white Carved marble hands in praying firmness there On chest and breast.  They look to be contrite And will be ever so.  The lordly prayer Is undermined since also there beside Him is...

Panicky Purity

               Panicky Purity The phantoms of the heart and brain are drugs From soul and not from science.  They are like Some sort of dreamlike but effective plugs Created for our therapy.  A dyke Holds back the floods… and heart holds back the brain And rigid...

Libation

                   Libation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Solutrean bison – By Museo de Altamira y D. Rodríguez, CC BY-SA 3.0 I sprinkled my best wine with dust from tombs, Presuming that...

Concealment or Revelation

 Concealment or Revelation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If minds could play the instruments of mist, Sopranos sing the songs of unheard souls, And treble boys in choirs sing amethyst Magnificats,...

Love’s Lunge at Long Last

   Love’s Lunge at Long Last The moon in near remoteness, when compared With sun, and stars, and planets, makes its slow Fast way above us after being snared By gravity like weighty love below It, heft of earth’s devotion countless years Ago, four billion years ago...

Milele in His Temple

       Milele in His Temple Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Beijing cat, a silvery chevron on His head, between his ears, in fur as white As whitest peony, the chevron drawn As Chinese artists with...

“A man’s reach should exceed his grasp”

                   “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He wasted love.  He took and gave it all Around and wasted it.  He took as much As anyone (almost) would...

Devotion

                                 Devotion Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A fictive leaf of ink, or paint, or gilt On vellum is perfection brushed there small But large in love of utterness.  The...

Artless as L. S. Lowry

    Artless as L. S. Lowry A Rembrandt darkness falls upon us, they And me.  I cannot see them now except As figures draped in richest robes.  The prey Of time (called death) they’ve worn brocade and slept In sand beneath the ground, each separate plot Concealing...

Gabriel or Lucifer?

     Gabriel or Lucifer? My cat is like an angel when he dreams, An angel from the furry realms of God. It is as if he more than merely seems To be archangel-like, a cat who’s awed By holy visions twitching in his paws, And lies angelic in his twitching calm. His...

Conjurors versus Christians

   Conjurors versus Christians The caves are sacred everywhere.  Their dark Prepares us for epiphanies, obscure Pronouncements, and a sibilant remark Wrapped up in mystery.  The caves immure The unimagined as on painted walls. The buoyant deer and horses floating...

Lost Legends Long Before the Vedas and the Iliad

Lost Legends Long Before the Vedas and the Iliad Go far enough in time and all becomes Strict mists and stone.  Fire circles heard the tales So long forgotten now that tribal drums Are recent evolutions, compared.  Trails Do not exist to take us back to spells And...

The Cat

               The Cat Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem That cat will lie on what you want or walk Where you would go.  He curls round and round As if developing his om to mock Your zen-less...

Psalm 139:12 “for darkness is as light to You”

Psalm 139:12 “for darkness is as light to You” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A moment comes when coal becomes a piece Of heaven, pure and diamond in strength. A moment comes when wooden matters cease...

The Point of Greens

         The Point of Greens Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The scents are green in golf.  They are the green Of grass, and hope, and promise, and of rest. Perhaps they are the green of youth as seen...

More a God-like Tease

     More a God-like Tease Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Imagine if the murdered victims, all Of them, in ethnic cleansing, had their names Carved in a frieze in heaven on a tall Throne, high as...

The Satin Play Pretty

      The Satin Play Pretty They play.  They play at slaughter.  That is why Huỳnh Tấn Hậu Unsplash Community Their faces look so solemn as they claw, The Sphynx beneath a pharaonic sky. They sneer in silence at the thought that awe For life in creatures that they...

The Cape

               The Cape Consider what the cape desires.  It wants to see The clouds of birds that used to fly above It in their immemorial paths, sea And sea and sea beneath their search for love And nestlings.  Cape  Canaveral wants the white And white and white...

A Strangely Shaped Medieval Codex

A Strangely Shaped Medieval Codex His mind is like a sky-shaped border on The upper arc inside a vellum book, A circle-shaped one with a scene of dawn Enclosed within it like a sidereal hook, A scene aurora-like but from a monkish mind Producing manuscripts with hues...

Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London

   Troy in New Orleans, Manhattan, or London Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So I found “Helen” sitting in a streetcar; the Dionysian revels of her court were transferred to a Metropolitan roof garden...

Treasures from the Wreck of the Unrecoverable

Treasures from the Wreck     of the Unrecoverable Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse “Athenaeus quotes more than ten thousand lines of verse in it, many not preserved or attested elsewhere.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets Ten...

Costumed Judgment

      Costumed Judgment Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The royalty and myths and heroes of Those eras far removed in masked up time Produced the primal tragedies.  The love In them, the hate, and...

Feline Thoughts on Pedigree

Feline Thoughts on Pedigree The English, as usual not nonplussed By foreign aristocracy, impressed No, not at all by noble, upper crust, Unbishoped Talleyrand, were not hard pressed To sneer at Duc de Biron.  After all, Detesting frog and wog, Brits would snigger At...

Delights of Owning Cats

    Delights of Owning Cats   The joys of owning cats or being owned By them are many, multifarious. Your house is eau de cologned With tomcat sprayings from the various Invaders through the cat flap, neighbourhood Intruders for widened territory. Humans who love the...

  Buso

               Buso No miracles are needed when kittens Abound.  Their stripes and spots and blotches say Enough.  Mine has all of these and mittens Of white as pure as Baby Jesu’s soul away On ox’s straw, as white as light from eyes Of ass and angels looking lost in...

The Eye

         The Eye Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The lines of kitten loveliness themselves Are beautiful as she is, almost, there, But not. A rapt, assessing gaze that delves The vision sleeping on the...

Milele

             Milele Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Tranquillity, despite his tiny size, Rests strong in him as if a tiger’s dream Has come to dwell behind his calm blue eyes Because it chose to sleep...

Ocean Fish Reverie

       Ocean Fish Reverie Two cats are sleeping near me, one stretched long Across the velvet easy chair.  Her nose Lies pressing pinkly there.  A lilting song Of tiny snoring, muffled by the pose, Is nearly all absorbed in plush gold pile— A fitting, soft recipient...

Ever Ready Reverie

        Ever Ready Reverie The way a cat sleeps shows the way we need To live.  It lies there certainly and calm, A firmness in its purpose, like a seed Prepared for any chances like a palm Or oak, a sunny palm tree curved in grace With strength, a younger oak...

Prospero Between my Legs

     Prospero Between my Legs My cat is lying on my duvet just Between my spread out thighs and calves and knees. That means he loves me or that he can trust Me. Earlier he did it, not to please Me but for pleasure for himself. He got Excited, though. The situation...

The Venus-like Sexiness of Cats

The Venus-like Sexiness of Cats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Egyptian Mau cats How velvet arrogant our cats would be If only they could know how lovely they Are visually. If only they could see...

Only Lovers Cannot See Ahead

Only Lovers Cannot See Ahead Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem All kinds of lovers? Do we mean the sort Who love because of hot testosterone? Then maybe that is true. Such hormones thwart. The kind of...

Prospero Protecting his Hoard

Prospero Protecting his Hoard My kitty growls when he is given food He loves.  He can’t control himself.  Nope.  He Curmurs and hisses.  Really he is rude To those who feed him, goes into a spree Of crude expletives, hunkers down and grabs A mouthful just in case I...

Turbulent March and Hot July

Turbulent March and Hot July In Rome the god of war and youth was Mars. This nodded to the young men who would die From March and onwards, or who grasped hard scars And heroism.  That god might imply Far more since he could not resist the charms His sister, Venus,...

Food Vincit Omnia

            Food Vincit Omnia Today as Prospero came bounding in When he was called for breakfast, his black tail Was whanged out wide.  He clearly thought a sin Had been committed, that some other male Had dared to enter our cat’s little patch Of territory, or...

Modern Improvements

Modern Improvements I find it faintly droll that Caesar had No clue about Napoleon and Hitler, that Augustus never knew how ultra bad That Mao and Josef Stalin were. How flat Those Caesars would have felt if only they Had known how pipsqueak they would seem compared...

A Seal Upon my Heart

A Seal Upon my Heart Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My lingering rose, the lightish purple one, Has failed to open. It is still a bud In late November. Though the autumn sun Indulges it, the rose will...

“Like Some Clean Beast”

“Like Some Clean Beast” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “In the evenings at Streonshalh . . . farm labourers gathered to play the harp and to sing. Caedmon . . . was in the habit of withdrawing to his...

Cages for Oddities of the Animal World

Cages for Oddities of the Animal World The time will come someday because of genes, And all that stuff, when whites will be in zoos. Pale skins will be presented in droll scenes And normal people then will form up queues To point and giggle, laugh, and shake their...

Animalerie Vilmorin, 8 quai de la Megisserie, Paris

Animalerie Vilmorin, 8 quai de la Megisserie, Paris The kitten, gray and striped with black, sat on Her haunches as she kneaded in the fur Of sister’s side. The sister gave a yawn And tried to suckle. If there was a purr We couldn’t hear it through the glass. The cage...

Smeared

                 Smeared Where Kipper went we do not know. He left. That’s all. He went out through his cat flap. Then He disappeared. He roamed into the cleft Of blank eternity, that region when There’s everything and nothing. He just slipped Out. We were heedless....

Meaning through Cosmic Hush like Unheard Throat Singing

Meaning through Cosmic Hush like Unheard Throat Singing ‘If you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss gazes into you.’ ~ Friedrich Nietzsche The positive and negative commune. The cloven orange canyon strata yell In silence, paralyzed agony hewn And made of...

Peace Accord

     Peace Accord He doesn’t, if he understands and knows His master is not angry. He has learned We do not want him through that door. He goes To stare out longingly. Romeo burned Less fervently for Juliet than our Pet, Prospero, desires to use that front Way. Still,...

Shàn in Abundance

               Shàn in Abundance I know a woman in Beijing who cares. She cares for cats.  She rescues them the way The Buddha might.  She takes them in and shares Her tiny income with them.  People flay And eat them in the south of China.  She Protects abandoned...

Black and White Uncompromisingly in Every Attitude

     Black and White Uncompromisingly in Every Attitude For Prospero the world is black and white. It’s true he’s got green eyes—though, yes, pink nose And paw pads—and he wears fluorescent bright Green lights to warn birds that his stalking pose Looms close to...

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Forgotten Tail

Flopsy, Mopsy, and Forgotten Tail Cats sleep all out.  They have this genius.  Flop They go.  It’s as if Mohammed Ali Has knocked them loose and lifeless as a mop, Or sent their souls to Allah’s heaven.   “Gee,” They seem to say, “I’ll just conk out right here, My...

Dido and Aeneas

             Dido and Aeneas The Queen of Carthage sings that “he is gone” In white-smoke pain.  Purcell gives smoke-white tongue To those who lose their men.  She acts as pawn; He swells her aching throat and tortured lung With passions of the flames that fill her,...

Aunt Wilma’s Voice

          Aunt Wilma’s Voice Aunt Wilma’s voice had wings within it.  They Were all the species she had known on Cape Canaveral—and others.  The array Included hummingbirds, their whirring shape, The shimmer of the nightingale and lark. In church her...

The Spiritual Meaning of Kittenhood

The Spiritual Meaning of Kittenhood She plays with plastic bags until she knocks Them down from off the easy chairs, and spills The contents, loudly, clattering (the box That held the Christmas cookies) and she thrills To see the spreading chaos.  “This is what Life’s...

The New Purrusalem

    The New Purrusalem My kitten steps across my flooring tiles And even though they are the blandest bland, A space of beige like wedding chapel aisles, Tiles turn transparent gold, become the strand Of Heaven leading to the throne of Him Who made her beauty with a...

Keats Walked Here

  Keats Walked Here The mountainside outshines the twilight force Above the highway and its cars.  Their glass And chrome presumably reflect the gorse, Dark green and yellow, from the mountain pass Back up, but weakly; colored echoes are Too feeble.  Bog plants made...

The Present Morning

          The Present Morning Nekko sleeping I woke up with a whisker on my bed, A long, white, bendy one.  My Nekko sleeps In curled up stripes and back and tail and head. He almost never leaves me gifts but keeps His perfect whiskers to himself.  So fine Because of...

New Use for a Hive Tool

     New Use for a Hive Tool https://images.app.goo.gl/TWPvPDBoGjhcxmJLA I cannot recommend an afternoon In bee yards—sun, sweat, stink of carbolic Fumes, not to mention hotness of harpoon Stings, each delivering vitriolic Intensity of hatred, or the stench Of burned...

A Form of Meditation

         A Form of Meditation My cat is trying to express a deep And lovely thought.  Her Buddhist methods for This mystic message are purring and sleep. She sometimes dozes in the corridor With chin (propped on a brick from a building Site in Dongzhimen) the hue of...

Burlington

               Burlington He makes the heart’s beat change into a purr By doing simple things like lapping milk, And kneading rugs, and wearing knitted fur That rubs against the leg like hungry silk; The way he sleeps, contorted like a slur Of laziness across the...

Kipper

                   Kipper He masters life by learning how to fall. From heights he lands with four white feet just right. When drowsy all he does is form a ball Of stripes —and falls into a furry night Made up of twitch and sleep.  And if from grace He falls...

Prospero’s Priorities: He Goes Straight Out the Door

Prospero’s Priorities: He Goes Straight Out the Door My cat believes that he should be a cat. He knows that he’s conflicted in this thing: He thinks he’s tip top, an aristocrat, And so deserves each comfort I can bring Such as a heated mat and that his man Should...

Nimmy

                 Nimmy A cat has ways of lying that dogs can Never match.  Cats catch a wink just about Anywhere—on a chair; beside the man Whom they’ve converted from dawg-loving doubt; In front of banks of books that they don’t care To notice.  The...

Remembrances

          Remembrances Canaveral dawns disclosed a light as clear As ospreys’ irises.  Bald eagle’s claws Came grasping down on nests constructed near To God.  Atlantic sand as smooth as gauze From stratospheric heaven saved the prints Of sandpipers.  Pending lace and...