Look at His Eyes First

Look at His Eyes First

         Look at His Eyes First Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Try looking at the brother on the right, Far right.  What wisdom do you see in eyes Above his winsome smile?  A photo’s blight Is that it...

The People Who Are Too Easily Bored

The People Who Are Too Easily Bored Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The people who too easily are bored Have boring minds, my brother Ivan says. When brains were given out, too many scored At low IQs. ...

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...

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...

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Fanny Brawne, later Mrs. Lindon Avoiding ghost temptations to go through The curtain made of voile of silk between The living and the...

Wretched

                Wretched Romans 7:24 The heart desires to be misled.  It hopes And hopes and hopes.  The heart wants silliness Instead of facts and facts.  It goes down slopes Of wishfulness.  The heart picks frilliness On Valentines, or hard testosterone If...

Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc

Like the Burning Stake of Saint Joan of Arc A scarlet leaf, a yellow one, a gold Flame leaf, an orange one, these rages yield Enough to cause a fire.  These colors scold The other seasons since they failed to wield Such passion.  They held hot as summer sun And cool...

Clarity and Mist in an October Morning

Clarity and Mist in an October Morning Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When autumn comes, we cannot be alone. The scarlet, orange, yellow gold and green Of leaves reach out, refuse to let chest moan, And...

Creature of Compassion

Creature of Compassion Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Although in worlds outside of Asia some Might think that pink and green are linked to love Of softness, few think dragons might succumb To...

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...

Heroic

                        Heroic   The autumn brings the woods to life at last, The life of splendor made of God and light, The light and colors dreamed of though more vast Than men imagine even in a rite Of Orthodox and patriarchal sheen Of silk, embroidery.  The...

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...

Marilyn Monroe’s Father, Charles Stanley Gifford

Marilyn Monroe’s Father, Charles Stanley Gifford Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He’s obviously an alien.  Just look At him and then at her.  The evil shows Despite the camera and the way it took Him at...

Autumn Wind

                   Autumn Wind   The autumn wind has never found its shapes. October sends it through the yellow leaves, The orange ones and the red ones.  Wind escapes, Not ceding any clue.  Each leaf receives A hint about the contours of the wind But does not...

Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves

Gabriel, Michael and Lucifer in Leaves The voice of autumn yet unheard is still, But soon a breeze will turn, become a wind, Become a storm.  October spreads a chill, A silence almost sound, or singing thinned By yellow in the leaves of aspens, beech And maples to the...

Tongues as of Fire

If men desire to find belief, to sing It out through throats works best to make the soul Embrace it.  This will make the sought faith zing Behind their hearts and manliness’s whole. The faith will throb straight through the tenor throats, The baritones and basses’...

Silence Beyond Silence

                  Silence Beyond Silence Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The quietness; A chestnut leaf sinks Through the still water.   ~Shōhaku When all the world is hushed, the quietest sounds...

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...

Symmetry in Asymmetry

    Symmetry in Asymmetry The fawn Shakes off the butterfly       And sleeps again.                                     ~ Issa A sacred symmetry descends upon The drowsiness of spots, haphazard white, Set out on red brown pelt.  The sleeping fawn Is wakened by the...

Migration and Transmigration

        Migration and Transmigration The thought of ancients not set down in words Cannot be weighed.  That they were like our own About the cleanest things is clear.  Those birds That wing their ways in autumn’s bluest zone Above the reach of men and weapons mean The...

“Cleaving Above”; and “Microscopic Nearly”

                          Cleaving Above Upon the smaller island even there A skylark lives and sings.  It lives and sings And rises to the highest heights through air. The rapture of the lark swells up and springs To levitate so far above the farm And farmer that his...

Human Nature

                  Human Nature Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The sun does not begin to rise because Of songbirds singing.  Manly brains know this. The dawn begins to break because of laws Of...

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...

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  ...

Fixative on White Watercolor

Fixative on White Watercolor Your hope is like a cloud—in a picture. While firmer than a cloud, your hope is bright And, yes, is fixed forever.  Your stricture Keeps hope in place.  A watercolor white Is painted on white paper—to make sure The cloud is white.  Your...

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 Month of Dying Beauty

  The Month of Dying Beauty The month of dying beauty made of leaves That bleed with scarlet, crimson, and the flash Of orange, hurtful yellows and bright sheaves Of golden, sickled hay revealed a gash. A wound in present time was opened by My finding of a cache of...

Righteous Believers Stop their Ears

Righteous Believers Stop their Ears When Stephen, dragged for stoning, knelt at last, The Middle Eastern mob predicted our Times.  Vicious truths lived, brutal, in the past And live outrageously.  Their hour Is near, unending in that hateful realm. This hatred...

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...

Perfect Paradoxes, October’s Oxymorons

Perfect Paradoxes, October’s Oxymorons The point of fall is melancholy joy. The oranges, yellows, and the reds are breaths Of autumn but in parallel destroy. Their bright solemnity a trillion deaths Entails.  The oranges are calmly rife With gorgeouness of gloom. ...

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...

Love’s Predestination

       Love’s Predestination The baby Cain asleep upon the breast Of Eve with Adam looking fondly on Would be enough to make the sight arrest Unease in anyone.  At that white dawn Of motherhood with Eve as God designed Her lovingly, her man as beautiful In her fond...

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...

Curve, Raggedness, and Tininess Squared

Curve, Raggedness, and Tininess Squared Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The thusness of the mushroom is increased By one orange leaf which falls upon it, so, An autumn colored cloth a Druid priest...

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...

Woman

                 Woman You slip away in poems that you wrote, In songs composed, in paintings painted by Your lust and fingers.  You turn out the vote For candidate and then learn just how sly He was, or muster funding for the cause— And win—but then the circumstances...

Physics and Metaphysics Clean Water and Black Hole Scars

          Physics and Metaphysics   Clean Water and Black Hole Scars            Shizukasa wa kuri no ha shizumu shimizu kana The quietness; A chestnut leaf sinks Through the clear water. ~Shōhaku The simple, clear, transparent, and the pure Are summed up in the...

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...

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...

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...

Where Cleanest Vaulting Beauty Flies

Where Cleanest Vaulting Beauty Flies Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Youths and maidens all blythe and full of glee, carried the luscious fruit in plaited baskets; and with them there went a boy who...

Mother and Father in Death

     Mother and Father in Death Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He dreamed about his mother—then reached out To touch her, but his hands came up against A marble wall of blackness.  In a pout...

Jews Made the Roman Fire Attack Worse

Jews Made the Roman Fire Attack Worse John Updike in Rabbit at Rest has a Floridian Jew sneer that the proof that the Jews are God’s chosen people is in the fact that He gave them such pathetic enemies. The Romans thought destruction of the Jews, Jerusalem, and their...

It was (you may say) satisfactory

It was (you may say) satisfactory Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When once there was a war above, not all Was wrong. The heft of heaven is the strength Of its stability. The walls, though tall, Are...

Skywriting

          Skywriting Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The well-shaped maple on the hilltop spreads Its leaves and limbs like rhythmed lines and rhymes. It is a sonnet that in autumn sheds God’s colors...

The Knighthood of the Countryside

The Knighthood of the Countryside Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Genteel, the hills of Oxfordshire are clothed With farm fields at their feet, brocades of trees On shoulders and their chests. The...

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...

October Conviction

     October Conviction Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The bird lifts up its wings to soak up fire’s Orange warmth, its orange and yellow heat. The wings Spread wide to soak up more. The black aspires...

Selenicereus Grandiflorus

Selenicereus Grandiflorus I planted night-blooming, LARGE white blossomed     cacti in my white garden in Kenya overlooking      the Great Rift Valley.  They were planted so        they could climb into trees at the edge of          my Moon Garden–and the edge...

The Hard Truth: Keats

     The Hard Truth: Keats The myth rides gently on that wasting death. Consumption weakened him as if a spell Were cast by Tories hating lines with breath For weaker ones among us.  He was well In brain and soul, this little giant filled With all nobilities, this...

Dignity in Ritual Petticoats

Dignity in Ritual Petticoats The rose is like a courtly dance in New Orleans two centuries ago.  In shape The blossom has formality as true As layered dresses launched in crêpe De chine across the ballroom floor.  The scheme Of petals in their strata, patterns, and...

The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him

The Jewel a Bright Star Gave Him . The lover holds carnelian between His thumb and finger (far too late to write More poetry), then palms it there to lean Against his lifeline.  If the stone is white Or red like blood that turns away from life Is well beyond God’s...

If Only Love

               If Only Love L’amour est comme le vent, nous ne savons pas d’où il vient. ~ Balzac If only love were like the wind, as clear And as predictable as on our screens When forecasters pronounce, and as austere As mathematical statements, or...

Facebook Pages

          Facebook Pages I look at other people’s pages.  Post, On post, on post.  It is as if folk think (If that’s the word) that out there there’s a host Of hungry eyes so thrilled that they can’t blink Because of all the drivel there displayed To them by...

Tree Fates

                    Tree Fates When trees begin to pale with hints of bling The first effect seems like a gauze-glove haar, A tailored fitting from the hidden spring Which spins this morning mist, distinct and far Removed from gloom.  It corresponds with dawn. Yet...

Freudian Slope

            Freudian Slope When angels go insane, what does the Great Physician do?  Does He invite them to His soft, silk-covered couch, help them uncrate Their dreams, discuss them, and reveal their true Anxiety?  Perhaps He gives warm drugs Injected lovingly...

Your Death Will Not Be Love

Your Death Will Not Be Love Your death will not be in the order of The alphabet.  Destruction comes as planned By God (predestination) from his love, From luck (though thinkers cannot understand That concept), or from nothing more than chance. Extinction doesn’t...

Antinoüs

           Antinoüs What must it be to be remembered for One thing, especially if that is as The friend of someone famous?  What a bore To be of finest beauty (all that jazz) But end up just a slur in river mud, Antinoüs the god, yet only in The hollow heart of...

A Final, Desperate Hope

                A Final, Desperate Hope           When I am dead and Johnny Depp has died As well, will we find cuddling in our deaths A sweet replacement on the other side For troubled things, like orgasms and breaths? Do arch Jim Morrison and Oscar Wilde Find...

God’s Love

          God’s Love An angel sought to be like God, better Than Him. This Lucifer was hurtled down. He wanted only to break the fetter Of abject devotion.  A fiery gown Enveloped him.  He wears it still.  It’s Hell. Eve tasted fruit.  The curses came like snake...

Bereft

Bereft I like his armpit hair.  It shows, a dark Assertion, that the angel is a full, Male entity. This exclamation mark Beneath his shoulder gives the eye a pull Towards blackness and deep masculinity. Contrasting with it are the pinions white Against his back. ...

Spenser’s Red Cross Knight

  Spenser’s Red Cross Knight           Edmund Spenser, Wikipedia The Red Cross Knight was far too much.  The dark Spell-casters, monsters, faeries–whatever– He kept avoiding, meeting in the park Of that ridiculous poem, never Found him interesting...

You Stare at Them, Can’t Help It

You Stare at Them, Can’t Help It 0 You stare at them, can’t help it, as they stalk Along the catwalk or they stare at you From glossy magazines.  Perhaps you gawk At them  as if your hungry look could hew A way to beauty in their beds with them Where you...

He’s Only Young

        He’s Only Young He’s Only Young He wears a wedge of kinky hair on top, Created by the barber when he cuts The sides and back.  This ridge is like a crop Of blackened Brillo pad.  Where it abuts The forehead, razor scraping has refined The topiary shrub.  A...