A Realm of Hollow Wraith-like Stars as Bells

A Realm of Hollow Wraith-like Stars as Bells

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  the music of the spheres (160) ‘The Last Transit of Venus’ for Glass Armonica – YouTube If I could fall forever through a space We can’t imagine,...

For TikTok, Instagram and not . . . Eternity

For TikTok, Instagram and Not . . . Eternity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A buried sundial, buried in the ash Of Pompeii’s death, saw time not marked by sun For nearly two millennia.  As trash In...

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...

Kimberley Pickaxing

         Kimberley Pickaxing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Two younger readers of the poet ask Him how he wangles quite so many lines, So many sonnets, villanelles.  That task Is not so great.  He just...

The Ancient Gods in Perfect Geometric Shapes

The Ancient Gods in Perfect Geometric Shapes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The skyward gods (like levitating shapes Of gold) float flawless, utter in the air, The ether, far above their crimes and...

Compassion

                 Compassion “Are not two sparrows sold for a farthing? and one of them shall not fall on the ground without your Father.”  Matthew 10:29            Compassion is a tearless grief, an eye Like God’s. How else could He survive?  He sees And...

The Soprano and the Incarcerated Singing

The Soprano and the Incarcerated Singing A woman sings soprano and she goes To visit men in prison.  She instructs How they should give the bass line and transpose Distress with voices.  Her voice conducts Them how to deal with Dido’s sorrow near The pyre and waves...

Like Mystics

                           Like Mystics   Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem It isn’t strange that men draw us to God, That women, children, boys and girls require The heart to think divinity, not odd...

Primordial Beaks Before Our Daybreak

   Primordial Beaks Before Our Daybreak The songbirds hop among the flowers, upon The ground, and on the branches of the trees And branchings of the roses.  In dark dawn They wake to turn their heads and search through breeze And whispering sunrise for their early...

Angels Are Never Blue Except in Hollywood

Angels Are Never Blue Except in Hollywood The Tinsel Town attempt to stop the heart Is far too obvious, just like its screened Stupidities for teenage boys.  A tart Poised on a staircase after being preened Shows off her legs like Cyd Charisse.  A stool Displays the...

Supreme Longshot(s)

     Supreme L-o-n-g-s-h-o-t-(s) The Father reigns supreme in every way. It’s all a bit uncertain if the Son Came later and is lesser (this sounds gay) But still divine.  And then the other One Is even more ambiguous.  We know This biblically,...

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...

The Feeling of Time and Its Invariable Companion

The Feeling of Time and Its Invariable Companion Où sont les neiges d’antan? ~ François Villon Of all our spiritual possessions this One measures deepest, far:  “the pathos of Distance,” says Nietzsche.  It is that abyss Between the past and now, and how the...

Diversity Does Not Equal Ontological Division

Diversity Does Not Equal Ontological Division Since all are different, they are all the same. If there were some exceptions to this rule, Just two would do, then these two sames would shame The thoughts of Monism.  This ridicule By sameness would destroy the doctrine,...

Gardener, Heal Thyself for the Sake of Devout Worship

Gardener, Heal Thyself for the Sake of Devout Worship Recovering from fever, he looks through His window.  Roses bloom in glory there But they are powerless to cure.  The view Should help at least, perhaps more than a prayer By priests to pagan goddesses of earth. Yet...

Reincarnation

                          Reincarnation The spirit wishes it could look back to Its body, not the rotted one, and see The firm young form with hair and holy blue Of Mary’s robe in clear young eyes still free Of intimations of their death.  The hair, The blond head...

Revelations

               Revelations Revelation 21:19 Your eyes arrived as if a sea of blue Is where they came up from, as if they rose From Caribbean waves.  If all love blue, Then all adore your look.  Your eyes expose In just one glance divinity the way That it would choose...

Seilênos, Apollo, and Orpheus

              Seilênos, Apollo, and Orpheus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We want a poet who is satyr, god (As Dionysus), both, and more, combined. We want his beard raised high and want him shod...

Flies

                  Flies “I am a crazed dingo with fresh babies lying in a circle around me.” ~ Jaime Mathis, It Rises and Falls In Dennis Nilsen’s dreams a garland of Young men is laid out all around him for His delectation.  They had wanted love (Or maybe Smirnoff...

Playing with Himself and the Piano

Playing with Himself and the Piano Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Infernal Recurrence, more like. That Big Mind locked itself up in the bedroom of His hosts.  A mad philosophical pig, He banged the...

Christ vs. Apollo

          Christ vs. Apollo Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If true Apollo’s temple has been crushed By buildings of the Vatican, the ground Of Lord Apollo’s prophecies  now hushed By singing in the...

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...

Knowing Men

         Knowing Men Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy. ~ Ezekiel 16:49 Both Sodom and Gomorrah, salt-lick...

True Love

             True Love                 For Charles Randall Stanfield   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats...

The Cavern Leading to the Muses

The Cavern Leading to the Muses When Linus first invented rhythm with A melody in song, the beauty came Ideal — so lovely that a sacred myth Could not compete.  Apollo could not tame A thing so perfect, so he had to kill The poet.  Deity must never lose With humans,...

Spells and the Thoughts of Tiresias

Spells and the Thoughts of Tiresias “Halliwell’s basic argument is that Socrates admits the Book X arguments to be insecure and open to defeat. He calls them ‘spells’ rather than philosophical knowledge, and he asserts that he must use them [those arguments]...

Mixed Race Divinity and Humanity

Mixed Race Divinity and Humanity Socrates “builds up a picture of the poet as ‘a light, winged, holy creature’, who cannot compose until he is out of his mind and possessed . . . .  The god takes away the poet’s senses, and uses him . . . so that the poems he utters...

Desperate Measure

       Desperate Measure Eurydice, she knew the gods too well. She knew that they would find a way to harm Herself, her lover, and her love.  Lost hell Was where that Pluto lived forever.  Charm Him?  That was possible.  The poet had Done just that.  She had witnessed...

Did We Really Think that They Would Give Her Body to Him?

Did We Really Think that They Would Give Her Body to Him? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse Eurydice was dead.  Come on.    Just soul Is all she was by then.  So why would he Expect some wonder from the deepest hole Of anywhere, that...

Before We Brought Them Down

Before We Brought Them Down Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image  ~ Exodus 20:4 When gods become mere figures, they are not Gods anymore.  They slip to being oil On canvas, words on pages, poems caught In scrolls and codexes.  Gods used to roil Around in...

Centuries before Sappho Praised Men and Women

    Centuries before Sappho     Praised Men and Women Pre-echoes of that verse, ancient Greek In poetry, go back so far that lost Verbs, Indo-European ones, can almost squeak Through Sappho.  It is like they are embossed Behind the papyrus and her inked lines Were...

The Central Singularity

  The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows.  No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...

July 14, 1790

                 July 14, 1790 The rain slopped on le Champ de Mars so hard It was as if the air had disappeared. For this great morn the bishop gave up card- And dicing-table addiction.  Revered By no one as a priest, lame Talleyrand Approached the Mass in front of...

Twinned

             Twinned They dig to make foundations for a steel And tall glass building, but then come upon Rock hardened claw prints and a dragon heel Bone.  Eons held in darkness of the dawn Of death (which we call life) rear up in stone- Made stillness.  We encounter...

TRUTH: The Notice Board Was Blank Today, as Blank as Death

TRUTH: The Notice Board Was Blank Today, as Blank as Death Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I passed again that notice board today, The one displaying clever Christian quips That used to make me want to...

Long Ignored Marks in her Poems

Long Ignored Marks in her Poems Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The love-vased Emily put dashes in The gnomes she gave as poetry. She packed Them full of other blooms and roots, like sin For instance,...

The Best Kind of Friend

The Best Kind of Friend Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “ ‘Happy is the man who has dear children and sound horses and hunting hounds and a friend abroad…’ Solon, F23 (West)” ~ Robin Lane Fox,...

A Buzzing Probe in Deep-throat Nectar

A Buzzing Probe in Deep-throat Nectar Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Early poetry finds its stories and then finds ways of remembering them.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 8 “Helen Hunt Jackson...

Red Cultural Revolution

   Red Cultural Revolution M modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And arte made tung-tide by authoritie” ~ William Shakespeare, sonnet 66 (1609 Quarto) The landscape of the Chinese world, with art...

Robin Redbreast Rex

Robin Redbreast Rex Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A recent scientific study found That birds are dinosaurs. These creatures are Not merely cousins of those monsters bound For mass extinction. That...

Inner Sanctums of Hole-iness

Inner Sanctums of Hole-iness Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The gods loomed more than superstars do now. The gods were more like legendary fire Behind a gilded curtain. They would plough A lad or...

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

Nuances in Curves; and Dismemberment–Paired Sonnets

                    Nuances in Curves “The Diadoumenos” in Daniel Schwartz, Metamorphoses/Greek Photographs, Thames and Hudson, London and New York, 1986 The light falls, slant.   It falls in shadowed, dim, And subtle patches.  It is like the gods Who sometimes hide...

“Work of the Father of Glory”

“Work of the Father of Glory” ………. — “weork Wuldor-Faeder” ……………~ Cædmon, “Cædmon’s Hymn” Ideals, those wonders that are perfect, come From only one perfection.  Like begets Its like, its offspring, that proceeding from...

Ever and Always Death is Their Final Pathetic Option

Ever and Always Death is Their Final Pathetic Option “It is therefore necessary to give orders, not only to poets,but also to all artists and craftsmen, that they should portray the image of goodness in their works and avoid everything that is ugly and bad…”. ~...

Coco Chanel Just Didn’t Get It, Did She?

    Coco Chanel Just Didn’t Get It, Did She? Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The peonies grow larger as they move Towards death.  They grow as blowsy as a whore Dressed up for some man’s fantasy.  They...

Condescending

          Condescending When humans make a God more human, we Make God less God. A God or Goddess falls   Uzzah struck dead by God Like Dagon when we dress divinity In ways we know. The Gods should have their halls In separate spheres from ours and filled with fires...

Bow Down Thine Ear

                                          Bow Down Thine Ear Gods used to be transcendent, far beyond, Above, away, unreachable on cliffs Too high to scale. We, humans, were so fond That we imagined Gods behind white whiffs Of mists in sacred precincts set aside By...

Don’t Be Fooled

                Don’t Be Fooled The gods’ eyes, even when the gods are turned Away, are staring at us.  Egypt’s gods Are set askance.  Mortal sins are discerned By monumental eyes.  Temple facades Are covered with sly looks from faces sloped Away and sideways angles...

Volcanic Balance

          Volcanic Balance Cleanliness is what we need in the art, In music, and in poetry. The heats Of passion and the pulsing of the heart And other organs, lungs, are best when beats Become subdued by breezy parts of mind, The temperate regions. Coolness enters in...

Lost God

          Lost God “like the gods whose powers fade as they are carted off from their landscapes and dialects and universalized” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 13 When God becomes too universal, he Is lost. He fades, Narcissus on a pool Too broad. A fuzziness...

Little Blues Packets

      Little Blues Packets Thomas Wentworth Higginson reported Dickinson’s comments about sweets in a letter to his wife: “‘People must have puddings’ this [was said] very dreamily, as if they were comets—so she makes them” (L342a)...

Annie Dillard Will Be 72 Tomorrow

Annie Dillard Will Be 72 Tomorrow For Chuck This Sunday Annie Dillard, that clear mind And mystic, will be twelve and three score years. She saw, she saw, and wrote about when blind Eyes saw as if the music of the spheres Became as visible to them as we See blue and...

Royal Reveries

          Royal Reveries I never daydreamed I would be like Di, Her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales, Or live to be The Queen, or even try To be unhappy with love that impales A woman’s guts with unfaithfulness.  (See The Husband Prince’s.)  Overhearing on The...

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....

Unfinished Symphonies

     Unfinished Symphonies All lives are incomplete, not just the life Of Keats—or Emily in Amherst locked In circumstance.  Chance wields the palette knife And even genius finds its choices balked By limitations of the oil paints That fate provides.  The colors on...

Dionysus as Pictured in the Encyclopaedia Britannica

[I suspect that few people who know anything about the wine and party god, Dionysus/ Bacchus, and the female Bacchanalian worship of him, know that he was a god of prophecy as well, sufficiently respected to share prophesying duties with Apollo at the cave of Delphi.]...

The Pilgrim Prophet Speaks

 The Pilgrim Prophet Speaks Obliteration is the main command, The prime requirement of posterity; A universal death the first command, A total need is this austerity. Ten billion coral polyps have to die And forty trillion tentacles succeed Them on the ocean floor.  A...

Crossbreed Charlatan

  Crossbreed Charlatan The ex-Hippie, who became a Yuppie By selling New Age snake oil on the Web, An ageing Old English Sheepdog puppy, Whose fur and ethics, jointly on the ebb, Is now a man who’s mostly pathetic From any point of view.  HIs thinning hair Is grizzled...

Just Married

          Just Married * A silvery foil piece of confetti, Much larger than the usual size of This litter, waits there making its petty Claim.  Subtly it doesn’t allude to love Where it fell, trapped between the cobblestones Outside the Guildhall wedding factory...

Another Tree

                  Another Tree A spring tree drifts a blizzard from its life Through April air.  This snowstorm blends the sun With floating fluff and white.  The world is rife With hope again on this Good Friday.  Shun Old winter’s frozen hair and all it bodes. Think...

Leviticus 11:19

               Leviticus 11:19 I’m really tempted–ain’t you?–to eat bats. I mean, they’d be so succulent with all Those bugs they’ve munched, more delicate than rats On palate, right?  Yep.  Those fly-flavored, small Bones inside...

Translucent Demigods

Translucent Demigods The heroes of the past are god-like strong. Their loins are near pellucid in their power And beauty.  Irridescent thighs are long In loveliness of maleness as they tower Above their plinths.  These calves and biceps glow With inner force as marble...

Contemplation and Adoration

Contemplation and Adoration He seems contemplative, his shadowed face So meditative that his beauty turns Away from us.  He seems to fill more space Than marble ever could.  His presence burns Through thousands of male years.  The darkness all Around him is defeated. ...

For Pati

For Pati I look upon my life like Disneyworld. In Disney’s realm the days are sunny stark, Or when it rains the wigs still stay stiff, twirled In spite of the humidity.  The park In evening’s  brilliant, too, since Klieg lights blare Away what darkness that sneaks in...

Slanted Raising Agents

When Emily abandoned schoolwork, she Assumed the baking in her family home. She turned away from the formality Of thinking of philosophers.  Her dome Became the kitchen ceiling.  Still, the view Outside that house took in the graveyard stones Of Amherst death.  At...