Melancholia

Dark Lead or Scarlet Glass

      Dark Lead or Scarlet Glass Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The others go around as mopes since stress, Depression, or gray weather makes them think about Gun trigger, feeling they might even press...

Ever Sere Depression:  Blank Eyes, Lips, Ears

Ever Sere Depression:  Blank Eyes, Lips, Ears Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The place is dark.  Its tenses, all, are stark. Its tense today is black as ebony As God imagined it before His spark...

November Calm Forgets Them

November Calm Forgets Them Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We want to sleep as pears and apples lined Up in the autumn thinking not of graves. Our cemeteries are too much refined. New England’s basements...

Brevity as Gasps

             Brevity as Gasps Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Too seldom women feel themselves like dew And men less seldom even.  Life cut short Like lightning is a thought we seldom view Though close...

Autumn Reincarnation or Moksha

     Autumn Reincarnation or Moksha Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When autumn comes, comes wisdom made of fierce Transcendence, beauty of the hues of fire And death, the beauties,  harshness, force to...

Melancholia

                   Melancholia Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The dreams reach out as branches from the trunk And try to scratch the brain from far inside. More bark-clamped than a deep-celled troubled...

Delphi

                    Delphi Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  To die while the dew Is yet undried, that would have Meaningless meaning. ~ Kōyō [Englished and twisted by Phillip Whidden; the more correct...

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...

Too Late to Understand the Reality वास्तविकता का एहसास होने में बहुत देर हो चुकी है।

Too Late to Understand the Reality वास्तविकता का एहसास होने में बहुत देर हो चुकी है। Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Cut out my shadow. Free me from the torture of seeing myself fruitless.      ~ Lorca,...

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...

An After-sunset Avenue in Montpelier, Vermont

An After-sunset Avenue in Montpelier, Vermont Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  For Linda Pervier   The arc lights in the darkness of the street Create an eeriness in time.  The leaves Fall through them...

Dementing Torture of Benign Drugs against Malignancy

        Dementing Torture of Benign           Drugs against Malignancy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem          His life came to its       End.  Smell of the medicine         Departs chillingly....

Winged Deer Tongue on a Sunless Tuesday

Winged Deer Tongue on a Sunless Tuesday Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Deer tongue leaves The local council mowed the grass along The edge where buses come and go. My scooter drives me past and...

Awe of the Heavenly Bodies

       Awe of the Heavenly Bodies Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The moon would kill to have a face the shape And beauty that yours shows, the smoothness, force, The splendor of your dazzle with escape...

Pastel Death

                Pastel Death The petals, lavender and pink and white, Have fallen, fallen on each other, by Each other, making little heaps here slight And heaps there slighter, as they fell to die Beneath the living bushes and the flowers Alive above these ones. ...

Tiny or Immense, Who Cares?

Tiny or Immense, Who Cares? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The hope we need at break of day waits, small, And does not have to be as large as sky And cosmos in the blue, but only tall Enough for each...

My Treatment of You is Far Worse

My Treatment of You is Far Worse Supposing that you wrote a new computer tongue, String codes, a new computer language, whole, From start to finish new, completely strung Out like a spider’s web from you, its scroll From nowhere else but from your mind—and you Then...

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...

Changing Changelessly Will Meet Its Fate

Changing Changelessly Will Meet Its Fate Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Mountain cherry blooms Fall.  Petals scatter over  Water-wheel and brook. ~ Chigetsu (Englished by Phillip Whidden The water wheel...

Windsor Swans and Stillness

          Windsor Swans and Stillness Because their silence Broods complete in winter snow, White swans disappear.                              ~ Phillip Whidden They know themselves.  They know their whiteness shines. Perhaps they have a slight acquaintance with The...

Yet Enough

                          Yet Enough A sonnet is not much in little but Enough in little.  Cosmic, no, yet small Is how the universe began. A hut With kings’ and shepherds’ rhymes involves a sprawl. The form explodes inside itself, its shell The force of...

Ultraviolet Poetry

     Ultraviolet Poetry   True poetry tries not to be a phrase Or meaning, but a color God forgot To make, a tint of blue perhaps, a phase   https://images.app.goo.gl/wA9L2aQmRaqN9KgU9   Of orange, that purple punctured Jesus sought When vinegar in sponge was forced...

Communion

                    Communion            Under the cherry Blooms there is no one who is           An utter stranger. ~ Issa, Englished by Phillip Whidden Some circumstances turn us all to friends Or bring us closer than stray strangers set Apart.  The pinkness arching...

Heart Disease

                   Heart Disease Men think to use gold, trivialities, To turn their superstitions, nonsense of Their so-called thought, to firm realities. They pile up symbols of agape love, Like golden crucifixes, golden rings And gilded crosses all around a snap Of...

The Verges of Oblivion

          The Verges of Oblivion   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  These ones lie now in death except in scraps Like tombstones, marriage licenses, and birth Certificates.  From these no useful maps Can...

cows two days before a funeral

        cows two days before a funeral Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  Proverbs 26:11 When Queen Elizabeth is dead, brown cows Will, still, be lying in the Windsor fields. The autumn fields will hint...

Autumn and the Spanish Steps

          Autumn and the Spanish Steps   Though waiting for the wind so long, the leaves Know patience, or at least they know no dread. The autumn wind is patient, too, perceives Their stoicism wearing orange and red, October yellow even, brighter in Their bravery. ...

Cherry Petals and Bronze

          Cherry Petals and Bronze The temple bell resounds right through the white Of cherry blossoms making them more pale, Transparent almost.  They become more slight. The sound rings sacred, making them a veil For death since April clothes herself in doom. Their...

Sleeping

                           Sleeping   On top, a pale, thin blanket, gray; below A plain white sheet, and next a pink, strong pink And white-striped nightie, then the scratched up dough Of old-age flesh, no use to try to prink Her up with wig or Positano clothes She...

At Last

                    At Last “The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the most poetical topic in the world” ~ Edgar Allan Poe Although her hair has not been tinted or Recolored, it has lavender inside It, peeking out toward death’s wide...

As She Lies on Her Deathbed

        As She Lies on Her Deathbed The tulip petals have been turned to pale Translucent beauty in their death. The oval petals have become a veil For ghosts to wear, like fragrance from the breath Of phantoms.  Lavender has faded, dawn Reduced, a fading caused by...

Beyond

                        Beyond Beyond this writing of ourselves upon Eternity, we need the finite veins Of heart.  It teaches love is not withdrawn When we have left.  Love hovers leaving stains As breath upon the air of heaven’s light. The light and air both...

Peony Darker Pink Speckling

                    Peony Darker Pink Speckling Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The mottling that comes before the death Of peonies is beautiful and yet An ugliness, a patent shibboleth Belonging to...

Afterlife of Redolence

          Afterlife of Redolence Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The flowers across the fields of asphodels Are white, white, white, according to the myth. These meadows help to cast the drowse-like...

There’s Poetry and Then There’s Poetry

There’s Poetry and Then There’s Poetry “There are three good things in this world. One is to read poetry, another is to write poetry, and the best of all is to live poetry.” ~ Rupert Brooke. The schoolboy grown to be a poet found Intensest poetry inside the holes Of...

Taatamata and Denham Russell-Smith

Taatamata and Denham Russell-Smith The evidence, it seems, implies that stuff With women caused him greatest grief, except For Taatamata.  Mother was enough To force him to desire control.  She kept Him on the tightest lead as best she might And love for Ka produced a...

Stranger and Not Stranger

                Stranger and Not Stranger “Youth is stranger than fiction.” ~ Rupert Brooke The two re-met two nights.  Young Brooke was known To be opposed to what they were about To do.  The other had been nursing overblown Emotions for the poet, years.  A stout...

Not Religion but Death

                   Not Religion but Death At first church fame held up his lines to heights Near immortality.  Saint Paul’s robed Dean Had read “The Soldier” in the lectern rites Of Christ’s domed space before the altar screen. It seems that Brooke knew this. ...

But What is Man’s Nature?

          But What is Man’s Nature? The poet’s lofty principle about The buggering of boys’ butts was plain. When physical with guys, his only shout Was, “Follow nature.”  Poets should refrain From filling holes not meant for making kids. A woman’s hairy hole was what...

Boys, Even the Poets, Become Men

     Boys, Even the Poets, Become Men When boys at school grow up, they go away And do the stupid things that boy-men do. They go do bed with women, or if gay, The boys make love while using cum as glue With other men, and if they’re young enough, These other males,...

Bad Actor in Two Sonnets (Forever Entangled)

Bad Actor in Two Sonnets  (Forever Entangled) Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Bad acting doesn’t cut the mustard for An audience; well, not for most.  Brooke posed With trumpet (fake) and chiton. ...

“A Channel Passage”

      “A Channel Passage”   The ugliness of love, that sickness known To him and everyone, deserves to be Discussed and sonnetized.  A groan With nausea upon the sickening sea Of hormones, yep, testosterone and such, Has been the poets’ tune forever since...

The Secret Life of Things

     The Secret Life of Things For the space of a foot, The firefly’s light goes out: Loneliness.           ~ Hokushi The firefly floats along in darkness, light, Dark, light.  The floating is revealed alone By flashing, though the blinking is so slight That only...

What Comes After Every Beauty

  What Comes After Every Beauty How easily it Glows.  How easily it goes Out, the firefly’s green. ~ Chine-jo The green is very faint but still is green. The flash is very brief but still a glint. Then after every blink comes dark, between The promise and the living,...

Poisonous Poetry

                 Poisonous Poetry The shell of the cicada; It, scraping, caroled itself Utterly away.   ~ Bashō     Mourning over its Dead body, over its shell; The cicada’s voice.   ~ Yayu When I am just a heavy shell-like thing Awaiting worms and dessication, will...

Laid Asleep

             Laid Asleep                                 “we are laid asleep       In body, and become a living soul.” ~  William Wordsworth If laid asleep beside each other, we Might find some rest at last.  We never laid In doubled love.  Love’s serendipity Was...

Simple

Simple ’Tis the gift to be simple ~ Shaker song The sea seems simple in our sight today. The waves, if varied, do not vary much. They come and go.  They come and go.  The way The sun comes up is ordinary, such As many days before.  Of course it finds The mountain...

Rape, Shadows, Spring

    Rape,    Shadows,      Spring Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When rape blares out in shadowed parts of fields, The spring is past.  Rape glares in yellow swathes Across the farm.  All other...

Flowers and Men and Fate

          Flowers and Men and Fate Palled eons hover in the space between Each falling petal, each palled eon called Eternity or death.  These, each one seen As equal, spy themselves as self-same, sprawled Like vileness, black.  Each falling petal floats To vacuum. ...

If macho stars are doing sex with men

If macho stars are doing sex with men, That must be covered up.  Mere Vaseline Across the lens won’t do.  It’s cock and hen That’s right for Hollywood.  Shut down the scene If Marlon Brando kisses Dean and/or The other way around.  Rock Hudson’s Day Is just for show. ...

Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is bad Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

Seek Him

                              Seek Him Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And turneth the shadow of death into the morning.” When language stumbles, and when things are bound To some eternal silence, yes,...

Butterflies Sing with the Tongues of Zen and Angels

Butterflies Sing with the Tongues of Zen and Angels Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Let’s say that butterflies could sing.  What songs Would come from them?  Perhaps their first Would be selected from the...

Smashed by Lightning into the Shenandoah

Smashed by Lightning into the Shenandoah Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Ecclesiastes 9:5 I wonder what he took to death of me. His death was whacking as a lightning strike. Then we were washed away.  It...

Esthetic Ricochet

                  Esthetic Ricochet A room with gilded sliding screens is flown Through by a swallow.  It swoops in and out So swiftly that the moment makes a throne Of thrill and beauty.  It is like a shout From Christ or Buddha, utter and so brief That brevity...

Eyes and Hands Not Trying to Understand Depths

Eyes and Hands Not Trying to Understand Depths   The crows look down at Asian yellow hands At work with seedlings in the mud.  The rice Is planted by the stooping peasant bands, Both birds and farmers with their eyeballs nice In looking, brown and black, at what they...

Found:  Regal Treasures around a Vacuum

Found:  Regal Treasures around a Vacuum “Elaborate ship burials filled with treasures were rare in Anglo-Saxon England, particularly toward the latter end of the early medieval period. The wealth of grave goods found at Sutton Hoo—as well as the positioning of the...

Grave Offering

           Grave Offering Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He breaks the burst of blossoms off the tree, The spray of life in blooms, and hauls it to The back part of the car.  Cemetery Rows wait. He...

The Soldier

             The Soldier Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In Skyros’ grove of olives, olive leaves Are brought to death by being torn from trees. The party carries him in death and grieves To lay his...

Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli

  Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We do not think of Rubert Brooke in blue, When we remember him at all.  We think of Brooke Between some pages of a volume, true To...

The Bridegroom

            The Bridegroom   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He wakes up in the bridal bed.  The sheets Are white but crumpled.  She is slumped beside Him in a different sleep.  Her throat pulse...

Flowers and Flamingos

Flowers and Flamingos Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It suffers violence but it does not know What violence is.  Is blossom pink less real Because it does not know a cruel blow Might be delivered to...

Lovers of the Past

          Lovers of the Past Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The lovers of the past have disappeared, Not just the famous ones from centuries gone, But also those from history so smeared With myth...

A Stretched Out Oneness

     A Stretched Out Oneness Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When flowers bloom we blossom in them, too, Inside their petals and their pinks, inside Electric yellow touched with orange.  The blue...

Submerged City

           Submerged City You lie, a city now, beneath the clear Depths.  You are still but we can see you move Because we knew you when you filled the sphere We call the past now. Memory can prove An old existence:  archeology Can bring perfection up from underneath...

Sovereign Keats

               Sovereign Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem To bear all naked truths, And to envisage circumstance, all calm: That is the top of sovereignty. Hyperion II 203 To accept all With...

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...

The Final Scene

              The Final Scene Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem For younger ones warm death feels picturesque. Young men imagine Romeo inside Their ribs.  For young ones death is not grotesque But more...

Carving Out the Measure of Devotion

Carving Out the Measure of Devotion Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem You hardly know the truth of passion till You put it in the context of its doom. It seems as hot as sun spots or the spill Of lava...

Off and Off, or On and On

 Off and Off, or On and On Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem So . . . everything will die, disintegrate, Be lost, and atoms will be less than mist. So what?  The poets have remarked this fate For...

Obliteration

                Obliteration When once you die, your secrets will be sure, As sure as Druids long gone now will speak No more of their religion, which is pure In silence.  Hieroglyphs beneath the peak Of some poor pyramid where they have been Destroyed will hold its...

Antarctic Ambivalence

        Antarctic Ambivalence Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We think of death . . . and warmth is hardly part Of such reflection.  Buddha does not think Of death as much as he attempts to chart The...

Coffin, Bed, Whatever

    Coffin, Bed, Whatever He used to have a black nacrotic ____ But now, because of you, it swells again. It pulses and is desperate to _____ Out words and symphonies so full of pain That laughter is the only option.  ____ Is there if you desire it in your throat. If...

Recognition

                               Recognition Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Pick up a torch and carry it up high, And carry it throughout the world, and you Will find that fame is gilding as a sly...

Wandering in Warriston Cemetery

Wandering in Warriston Cemetery “Smith contracted diphtheria in November 1866 and, although he seemed to have recovered by Christmas, was then struck down by typhus. He died at home on 5 January 1867 at the very beginning of his thirty-seventh year, and was buried in...

Moonbeams

                 Moonbeams “Slowly, silently, now the moon” ~ “Silver” by Walter de la Mare Our night the moon sends has a searching glow. The moon, unknowing, hangs its palest light Across our sphere but only we can know How violent the men are here who fight...

Last Wrongs

              Last Wrongs Our fathers come and go, our mothers with Them.  Like the snowflakes one October hour That melts them callous as the Trojan myth, Like raindrops on a desert cactus flower That drops them to the sand, our parents go. Our smaller towns and...

Art for Farts’ Sake

       Art for Farts’ Sake The monstrous lack of any sense in art Was followed by the monstrous lack of sense In thinking and philosophy .  The part Of Derrida and Deconstruction’s dense Offensive springs to mind.  A crazed theory Of this and that philosopher in turn...

As Strong as Steely Silk

      As Strong as Steely Silk Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem No hints are held in songs of birds about How soon their death will come.  The wren can sing Its aria but death will have its clout. The...

Wind and Water Cleave and Cleave

Wind and Water Cleave and Cleave Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem .. We know that wind is spirit life.  The wind Is God in symbol, and the angels, too, And demons, angels with God’s demons twinned....

Not to Be Eclipsed

         Not to Be Eclipsed Artemis and Apollo Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He settles into quietness,  a moon That does not give a care about eclipse. He settles into desperate calm, a noon Ruled...

Sheer Vanity

                 Sheer Vanity Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem It isn’t just a little happy face, This flower, though fat and happy this one is. Because of gorgeousness and grinning grace, It glories in...

Withered Chances

              Withered Chances When just a boy, he broke the beauty, broke A peony.  Then later, decades on He still remembered how he felt the choke Of anger like the pain a marathon Participant endures when he sustained His father’s wrath.  It rankled still beyond...

Dual Supplication against Death

Dual Supplication against Death The flower burns its whitest white but not Alone.  Beside it in the window glows A candle in the evening air so taut The flame burns on without a flicker.  Those Who know the truth can see that light is light In spirit even when the...

The Christian Tree Surgeon

The Christian Tree Surgeon The disappearance of a man who loved The trees he killed is life contained in brief. Hiked up among the limbs he chopped and, gloved To save his hands, he felt a smallish grief In sawing through to death.  He sometimes fell And suffered...

Vanishing Truth

          Vanishing Truth Each meeting is the start of parting.  Who He might become or who she might become, No matter what, what finally comes through Is vacuum.  Each beauty will succumb. Your newborn son will grow and go away— And he will die.  Perhaps you will...

A Sparrow Falls in Eternity

    A Sparrow Falls in Eternity He felt a small, one moment’s stress when he Rode past the fox in Slough.  The coach swept by It, beautiful, quite orange.  Divinity Would also have looked down from God-filled sky Since He is everywhere.  He would have seen The...

Remaining with Them is Like Losing Them

Remaining with Them is Like Losing Them To hold on to the dead is to forsake Them.  Holding on is like a woman in Denial when divorced.  The pulse of ache Will not decrease no matter what his sin Was.  Hoping for his love again will shove Him even farther into...

No Combination Code for the Vault

No Combination Code for the Vault All roads can lead you there but no road back. You call the stillness beauty and full peace But at a distance it seems threat as black As deathless fate.  Seek nothing of caprice Where these paths go.  This destination serves One...

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains

His Beautiful Son Does Not Have the Brains Odysseus decides he will not die. This glares as clear to him as April light On Ithaca.  He knows this is awry So he will have to trick the gods.  Some sleight Of mental hand will come to him in time. He guesses he will have...

The Darkened Sea

        The Darkened Sea Imagine, then, that salt waves draw the soul Of hyacinths, their purple fragrance down, The fragrance of high lilacs from rock knoll, And cliff, and pathway of an island’s crown To blue Aegean stretches.  Purple falls To salt and blue.  The...