Three Caskets of Dreams

Three Caskets of Dreams

    Three Caskets of Dreams  “Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.” ~ The Merchant of Venice The mind stores every memory at least Three times.  You do not have to speculate. You know exactly why.  Collapsed and creased Deep down in brain...

Weird

                         Weird Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  How strange these bright orbs seem beneath the snow Of Florida.  The rarity should be The flakes heaped up on an orange van Gogh Might...

Do Not Be Silly about Dalí or French Alexandrines

Do Not Be Silly about Dalí or French Alexandrines no room for dream and its inexact flower ~ Lorca, “Ode to Salvador Dalí,” (Oda a Savador Dalí) We still have room for dreams as well as flowers. Uncertain blooms? They fail to exist, no Approximate lilies.  His signal...

Dreaming of the Coming Spring

 Dreaming of the Coming Spring Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  They blossom, and then We gaze, and then the blooms Scatter, and then…            ~ Onitsura The tightness of the winter now is...

Blackness Stained to White and Pink

Blackness Stained to White and Pink Each dawn will come now From the white plum blossoms on                                Branches of black trees.  ~ December 4  2021 Where dawns derive from has been falsified By scientists.  They say it’s from the sun Arising.  Is...

“Something Evermore to Be”

  “Something Evermore to Be” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Yes, something evermore to be awaits, Or we await it. It is promise or Recurring prophecy.  Sublimest gates Are opening.  This truth is at the...

The Sun Sets Out Its Triumphs

     The Sun Sets Out Its Triumphs Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The sun sets out across the coast.  The mist And sea entice it.  Morning sun is caught In haar and depths.  The noon-time’s...

Dreams are Dreams in Dali’s World

 Dreams are Dreams in Dali’s World Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I dreamed of you last night, the dream set in And unknown city.  Accidentally met We walked together, both avoiding sin. We went to your...

Serenade, Intensive Intermission, Concert

   Serenade, Intensive Intermission, Concert The birds begin their songs before the light Begins to tinge the sky and hide the stars. These early voices start to banish night: They are the dawn’s commanding feathered czars. They carry on their chorus till the day...

Penumbra around the Male Heart

Penumbra around the Male Heart Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The father picks it up, the doll, and grins. He thinks of her, his daughter. She will love It, he decides.  His happy moment spins Around...

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The armpit hair of spirits is too dark For women.  Females do not like to think Of it or get a glance of it as stark As...

The Data of Beauty

            The Data of Beauty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I met Miss Universe when I was just A boy of seventeen.  I’ve never quite Recovered from that moment.  I was thrust By accident to grasp...

Occult Messaging on Holy Saturday

Occult Messaging on Holy Saturday [If you are reading this sonnet on a mobile phone, it will look best if you read it in landscape view, but maybe you should turn it to portrait view to see the painting by Salvador Dali at the end.] Modern poetry  modern verse ...

Strata

                   Strata Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Our memories bring us home to more than just Ourselves, or rather to those selves that we Once were and later.  Souvenirs are trussed Up in...

Whack Humor

             Whack Humor Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When he is at his gayest, you can know That he hulks earnest in designs.  To take Him at his surface meaning is to go Awry the way a moth in...

Phases Fading

         Phases Fading Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The passing rain is Drying on the day-glory Which will die tonight. ~ Shiki The rain takes little care while dropping on The blossoms of the...

January Daffodils

          January Daffodils The daffodils are shouting up above Midwinter snow.  They shout Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! HA! And Happy! Happy! HAPPY! All in love With yelling yellow, filling snow with awe Of promises of spring, blooms feel quite smug That they have sprung up there...

Unfathomable in Meditation

Unfathomable in Meditation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peony made Him measure it with his fan, The daimyo’s fan. ~ Issa [A haiku expanded by Phillip Whidden] Some things are large.  Some things...

Viral Sentiment like Off-white Satin

Viral Sentiment like Off-white Satin His glinting seed attempts to scatter in His partner.  It is poison like a snake’s Injection, not like love, for it is sin. It spreads as far as semen can.  It stakes Out manly claims inside the victim.  Gold Is what it prospects...

Curly Top and Dimples

       Curly Top and Dimples Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem You might want to watch this before reading this sonnet: Shirley Temple – On The Good Ship Lollipop.avi – YouTube I  never ...

Stomps to Completion

      Stomps to Completion “dragging my arms upward and into a circle” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls The resonating hole he wants is down Below, guitar hole waiting for his touch Above it.  It is never like a frown Except he tortures it.  It wants to clutch Him...

Darwin and Heraclitus

       Darwin and Heraclitus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Homer should be turned out of the canon and whipped.  He was wrong in saying :  ‘Would that strife might perish from among gods and men!’ ...

Mystics of Concord

            Mystics of Concord Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem New England thinkers mixed autumnal views With leaves from Homer, also Dante’s leaves. That blinded poet managed to suffuse The thoughts...

Who Cares about Mere Language?

Who Cares about Mere Language? “Every word was once a poem.”  ~  Ralph Waldo Emerson in “The Poet.” Greek graffitos put the letter V and the letter M on walls during Greece’s occupation by Nazis.  V = Vinceremo (we will win).  M = Mussolini Merde.  Any graffitos...

All’s Right with the World

All’s Right with the World Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Nature … in the very act of labouring as a machine is also sleeping as a picture.” Canon J. B. Mozely, University Lectures, sermon on...

Danaus plexippus Flocks Remember a Prehistoric Everest

Danaus plexippus Flocks Remember a Prehistoric Everest The butterflies recall an ancient slope. The Monarchs flew for eons past a peak Too high for them.  Those insects had no hope Of scaling it, this black and orange clique, So huge and gorgeous that the angel cloud...

With Straight Gold Bars

    With Straight Gold Bars I sat beside my mother as the sale Was made, the purchase of The World Book Encyclopedia.   I loved the pale Cream, knobbled leatherette, the noble look Of deep maroon square placed on spine of each Restrained and heavy volume, glossy...

Heaven’s Gate

          Heaven’s Gate That moment when my uncle fell beneath The rearing horse, was crushed beneath its weight, Destroyed Thanksgiving and the Christmas wreath— That wrecked.  Cracked bone horrors can dislocate Time, times, and the dividing of time, swell Time...

Sonnets

                 Sonnets Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem ……. A friend of Constable said Virgil’s sense He gained from culture drove him to presume That prime boys were “the...

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell “Why does your vision linger there below Among those lost and mutilated shades?” He asked.  I stared at him.  Was he so slow? “It’s obvious.  None living in the glades Of heaven or in Purgatory now Is nearly so...

Banjul

Banjul…We Are Very Far Apart I’m at the margin of your universe. In fact, I’m banished past the boundaries of It, out in outer darkness. I am worse Than lines sans meaning, meter, rhyme or love, So far as your concerned. The galaxy That forms the center of your...

The Pygmy Despair

     The Pygmy Despair The other John was in there first or you Were in him first. (That’s what I suspect.) I Was not the first and that’s the point. Your true Loves, firstly, are for one who made you cry, Who hurt you awfully, pepper sprayed your heart, And then for...

On Waves of Song

     On Waves of Song Relief comes in as slowly as a tide On gentle coasts but feels as urgent as The tidal bore up Severn. Hope had died Until you spoke and now I feel like jazz Is jiving in my bones. The slowness came Because my heart was made of numbness, so My...

Antechambers

           Antechambers My father’s residence was memories As if a chambered nautilus turned back To find in older shapes a lustrous ease As snug in paradox, as neat in tack As any yacht that sails against the wind. He found his comfort in a smaller place When he, an...

A Plea from Sodom and Gomorrah

 A Plea from Sodom and Gomorrah Please return to pain and bruising, not scars With numbness in the tissue.  Trauma gives A certainty at least.  Those dense armoires Of pale cicatrice commemoratives Might be, you think, better than current harms That sting, then ache,...

Secondhand Frank

           Secondhand Frank John handed me a jacket of the sort They call a fleece in England, made of mild Beige man-made fiber looking like a short And curly lambskin.  Then perhaps he smiled Though what that meant I would not know. I tried it on because it was a...

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...

Benison

         Benison Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The first of our own daffodils spread out Today and maybe that bright yellow will Reach wider since the sun is now about And shining on the...

God Hardened the Heart of Pharaoh

God Hardened the Heart of Pharaoh Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The goodness of their God in which He hid The death of men awaits believers. They Will still believe. Their doubt has truly slid To...

The Heart is Never Central

The Heart is Never Central Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The heart is never central. It is to The left and far too far above the base. The heart is not positioned for the true. It loves too much the...

Icarus: When Cleanest Beauty Flies

Icarus: When Cleanest Beauty Flies https://dd28.deviantart.com/art/Mourning-for-Icarus-294532709 When young men make mistakes, they still get all The glory. Here he is with nothing wrong About his body. It’s as if the fall Has killed him theoretically. This strong One...

Appearances

           Appearances I go to choral evensong and sit In regal beauty in the queen’s own free Saint George’s Chapel.  I have used my spit To cut the pain a corn has caused to me When I put on my snakeskin shoes, the blue ………. Ones, Hugo Boss. ...

With Straight Gold Bars

With Straight Gold Bars I sat beside my mother as the sale Was made, the purchase of The World Book Encyclopedia.   I loved the pale Cream, knobbled leatherette, the noble look Of deep maroon squares placed on the spines, each Restrained and heavy volume, glossy...

Beatrice Portinari

 eatrice Portinari In fear consume my heart.  The flames you cause Inside it and around it should spark fright Because their fierceness ought to give you pause. Be brave, though.  Let your mouth and heart find might To overcome the flame-shaped, tongue-shaped dread....

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee

When I Wake Up, I am Absent from Thee   ‘As ye are partakers of the sufferings, so shall ye be also of the consolation.’     2 Corinthians 1:7 Two continents and long tides far away You live alone now and we sleep apart. The beauties of my high spec life hold sway,...

The Rest is Silence

          The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...

To Be as One

           To Be as One He plunges in again, again, again. He plunges deep and long, a stretching time, Then pulls himself out, ready for the pain That isn’t pain, involving thrust and climb Towards the best.  Withdrawing is a part Of it, but not the beauty.  It is...

Letter to Gurdjieff

          Letter to Gurdjieff I’m sorry.  Daydreaming is good.  In fact, It is the most important part, the nth Of self-awareness.  Dreaming’s not the bract Of consciousness, but the root; not the plinth Invented for the brain-  and heart-filled bust...

I Wake and Find my Life Was Dreaming

 I Wake and Find my Life          Was Dreaming My dreaming makes reality unreal— The dreaming makes my daily life more dream Than actuality.  Then daydreams feel More vibrant than my life and make it seem A vanishing mirage, pastel and pale, Like watercolors spread...

Soundless Hymns of Dawkins

Soundless Hymns of Dawkins Hmmm.  Even if there is no God, is that A truth that needs a celebration?  Should   Huzzahs of glee erupt if faith goes splat? Is triumph fitting if eternal good And Love are shown to be a sigh, no more? If godlessness is proved, do humans...

Darwin, Sickness, and Venice

   Darwin, Sickness, and Venice My recollections made from you and of Our time together are too much like ghosts Of gondolas.  They move in fogs of love And far too fast in haze between the posts On either side of grand canals.  There black Gesticulations of the water...

Yawn

               Yawn No messages (or meaninglessly brief Ones) make romantic oceans dry to salt. The tree that first proclaimed a heart-shaped leaf Withers.  The swift-hoofed race comes to a halt, The red stallion stumbling, breaking a leg. The killing isn’t murder,...

We Never Notice Suffering  

We Never Notice Suffering    o For Artie 0 We never notice suffering when we see Olympic diving.  Beauty is the sole Sweep that we watch, that we think of as free, That leap more solemn than a cabriole, More graceful, too, perhaps precisely since The arc desires the...

Evensong in Edinburgh: the Cauld Alliance

and with the music pasted in HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPca88LPARI   Evensong in Edinburgh:          the Cauld Alliance I trudge to the cathedral to contend With flu.  I’ve taken drugs, of course, before I started out.  I’m hoping that the blend...

Annie Darwin and Arthur Hallam

    Annie Darwin and Arthur Hallam One Charles Darwin doubted God because The daughter of the scientist had died. Or maybe it was more than that.  The claws Of scarlet snarling nature would have dyed Pure certainty about a loving force Behind the curtains of the...