Physics Trounced by 24-carat Gold

Physics Trounced by 24-carat Gold

Physics Trounced by 24-carat Gold For Donald who is dead these many nights and days    I see that in this photo I am blond But I have never noticed until now That Donald, too, is yellow-haired beyond The age of others who went brown.  The wow In this is that while...

Big Eyes, Bigger Insight

     Big Eyes, Bigger Insight Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  I dare you all to tell me what you see In eyes the farthest to the photo’s right. Clairvoyants alone might hold the key To fathom out...

The Tidy Family Composition

              The Tidy Family Composition Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We see him in his 1950s suit. Beside him sits the alien he wed; Her hairstyle would turn E.T. dumb and mute. Of course, this...

Painting as Sacred Seduction

     Painting as Sacred Seduction Lord Alfred Douglas would have loved to sit For Basil Howard.  Even more this lord Would certainly have forced his Wilde to quit The field of fever known as love and board The field of bankrupt slavery to pay The painter for the...

BruteBitchBastard

              BruteBitchBastard Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “like murdered singing birds” Lord Alfred turned to singing something worse Than that monstrosity, that attic room Abomination.  He became...

In a World Weltered with Religions and Atheism

In a World Weltered with Religions and Atheism Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  How far can we still look with eyes of faiths In spite of doubt and science twined like chains Of platinum and gold among...

Bree and Dawn

           Bree and Dawn The nine year old boy, Curving butterflies zig zag Before and behind.                                             ~ Phillip Whidden The only perfect human beings are . . . Our nine-year olds.  They’ve learned the sweetness we Had longed...

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...

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...

Christian Love and MAGA

       Christian Love and MAGA* These Christians, when they see that church denies Their politics, decide to leave their faith Behind.  Their savior in this instance lies To win them, and their Christ becomes a wraith. He changes to a ghost of mercy, love, And Good...

“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...

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,...

The Range of American Letters Including e e cummings

The Range of American Letters Including e e cummings The English language in the farther west Can be as harsh as sneering Ambrose Bierce Or roaring Robinson Jeffers.  The zest Appears in Marquis’s tomcat Bill, fierce Beside Mehitabel and Archie.  Calm Was English in...

The Holy Roast

                 The Holy Roast “peace on earth, good will toward men” I’m having distant arguments without Connection to the ones I’m fighting with. I write my brutal points because I doubt My brothers will consider them.  The myth Of brotherhood is only that, a tale...

Donald, Woodrow, Helen

           Donald, Woodrow, Helen Reborn in other creatures, souls must haunt Us.  How could it be otherwise?  He knows It cannot be his brother Donald, gaunt Upon his cancer bed and in the throes Of death, but when owlet’s voice cries out, Cries out, cries out,...

There to Efface Himself in Ecstasy

There to Efface Himself in Ecstasy Religious? There to efface himself in Ecstasy he flailed about.  Yes, he tried Cocaine at first and, lolling in that sin, He won election victory as he fried His brain that way.  Of course he used plain Ole dope as well but somehow...

Subjugation

               Subjugation An inch more deeply in, and you will be The emperor.  Has no one told you that? More likely you have learned it as the key To living like the spoiled Persian cat Has learned that biting robins with his fangs Trumps petting by a...

The Innocence of Snow

      The Innocence of Snow Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Wherever snow is, it is always just Like snow in other places.  Snow in Rome And Paris lies just like the holy dust Of manna in the desert,...

Still God

                    Still God    Amphibole Tremolite-121232.  By Rob Lavinsky, iRocks.com – CC-BY-SA-3.0, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10140515 Suppose that God could resurrect you whole, By quarks and hadrons, nth particle by Nth...

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...

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad The President begins to sip his tea. He holds the cup, not daintily. His firm Two fingers grip the handle. His decree Has just been tweeted. Those who start to squirm Are not considered. Gazing out beyond The roses in the...

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...

Πιερία Pieria

               Πιερία Pieria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pieria was laid with plains and peaks, The highest one Olympus, when the gods Set forth the world.  Poseidon’s seashore speaks And gives...

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...

The Ultimate Chamber of Silent Adoration

The Ultimate Chamber of Silent Adoration Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “When Robbie Ross died, […] he triumphed over both Bosie and Constance, by having his ashes interred in Oscar’s tomb.” ~...

Under the Florida Son

 Under the Florida Son On Wilson’s first Inaugural Day A “man” was born.  His father always called Him “Man.”  For instance, Archibald might say, “Go do your hunting, Man.”  Archie’d been galled To have so many females in his life, Was thrilled to have...

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...

What Really Matters

  What Really Matters Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Heroic happenings in legends bear A factuality more sacred than Plain data. The cutting of Samson’s hair Is consequential to his threatened clan...

Whither

          Whither Modern Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem n verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A golden dome has disappeared. A blue One glimmers high with...

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...

Great Again

          Great Again Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem So this is how I felt when Tronald Dump https://bwpa-images.s3.amazonaws.com/winners/NETY2xYJPwimmYsXn.jpg Won stupid votes in Rust Dump zones,...

TORToise President

   TORToise President He bestrides the world like a colossal tortoise When everything he touches turns to mould, You know there’s something very, very wrong. His gold-like wife has sold herself for gold, Though, yes, we could have known it all along— That she’s not...

Trump as Stupid Indignant Funny Donald Fuck

Trump as Stupid Indignant Funny Donald Fuck I’m glad that we’ve elected Donald Trump Apprentice president.  We tune in, watch His many failures, sneering at the chump. Now almost every day he makes a splotch On decency.  A rump of voters hired The clown and now no...

Crazy Apprentice President

Crazy Apprentice President Suppose he isn’t stupid as a bat Or yellow brick road that bends to a fraud, But still he’s acting like a spoiled brat Who thinks he’s worthy of respect like God. Aggrieved  about how he perceives the press Is treating him, he can’t be...

The Trees of Knowledge of Evil and Evil

    The Trees of Knowledge of Evil and Evil By USDA photo by Scott Bauer – United States Department of Agriculture, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44873...

Onward, Forward, Shout Aloud Hosanna

Onward, Forward, Shout Aloud Hosanna Forget the Holy of the Holies now. Think “Nastiness of Nasties” at the top. He’s picked the vilest ones to be the prow Of Good Yacht Nastiness, to be the crop Of all the rottenest of fruit to serve Us.  Being vile and vile he has...

Wearing a Triple Crown above America

Wearing a Triple Crown above America A menace rises like a tidal wave, A monster with the skin, blond hair and scales Of humanoid dragons from a cave Beneath the Dead Sea’s crust. Decency pales To superficiality of greed With gilt attempting to prevent our eyes From...

The Truth and Nothing but the Truth, God Help Us All

The Truth and Nothing but the Truth, God Help Us All        “The lover of money is the root of tall evil.” ~ Jesus Christ The so-called President, Donald J. Dump- On-Everyone (everyone that is but The butt himself of course), was once the chump Who founded Trump...

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...

The Gemini

              The Gemini Most loves are lost the moment they are born. Their DNA contains the genes to doom Devotion.  Bonded chromosomes are torn, Though only slightly.  They become love’s tomb As well, simultaneous the death and birth. Invisible, a corpse is there...

Donald Anthony Whidden

      Donald Anthony Whidden She holds me on her lap, embracing with Her arm and hand my young boy ribs and blue Pajamas.  It’s become a monolith— This portrait—packed with family meaning, true Or not.  My brother leans against his dad, A cheek against that dark wool...

The High Perch

        The High Perch   This calmness has a loveliness, though not Extreme as passion’s face in pain called bliss. Serenity has settled on the plot Of soil that used to thrive with thrills amiss But now is as a sacred garden, walled. A steadiness (caressing,...

New Use for a Hive Tool

New Use for a Hive Tool 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 pine needles infilthtrating the air. And then . . . the...