Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert

Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert

Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Throughout the chancel and the nave fall flowers In colors edged the space with petals, form And shape.  Despite the...

“while unending ages run”. . . and the Obscure Poet

“while unending ages run”. . . and the Obscure Poet Joshua 10:12-14 The printed program had those words within It from a hymn.  An irony was caused. The service was about as long as sin Has ruled the Church.  Apparently time paused. The service stretched and...

Retort to an Unthinking Funeral Ceremony

Retort to an Unthinking Funeral Ceremony “Daur ye say Mass in my lug? ~ Jenny Geddes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The priestess said that God loves everything He made.  I kept my seat.  I did...

“Nor the moon by night” ~ Psalm 121

“Nor the moon by night” ~ Psalm 121 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Please never interfere at night, God.  Let The moon strike any time it wants. I need It.  Keep the sun away, but, please, God get The...

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. ...

Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets

Large Luxuries like a King Cobra in His White Sheets     Not yachts or mansions in the Highlands.  No. Real luxuries rise best in drowse of dreams Or waking dreams.  We move our hands down low To rest them on the manliness.  It teams With utterness but wakes...

Precious Hardness, Precious Black Wood

Precious Hardness, Precious Black Wood The leopards love the manly flesh of thighs With hair, the humid meat of men.  Fangs love The bone of flesh hard maleness sings and size Of satiation that men give.  Above These basics, though, the leopards want a feast Of gold...

Spelunking

                  Spelunking You breathe, then bend.  The search began with slick Communication of those probing lips And tongue.  It gave a fleshy, snake-like flick Between them and you felt it near your hips While warmth was still there in your mouth.  Not quite...

Midas Touch

               Midas Touch He wants to make his lovers glow like gold, Except that gold is tame.  He wants to make them Glow, gold eternity, that makes them scold The lesser beauties.  He will lift the hem Of death since it is only thin gold rags And find beyond it...

Star Bursts

                Star Bursts He doesn’t want to shoot down stars or blast At them at all.  He doesn’t think that he Can boost the sky with something better, vast As his desire might be.  That French marquis Is not at all his pattern.  What he wants To shoot is...

Predicted before Midnight

  Predicted before Midnight We make the world anew at night in bed. I make it in you and you take it in You deeply, and you take it deeper, spread Yourself to take it deeper than the sin That Eve and Adam shared.  You take it’s deep And turn it into newness there...

Heavenly Bodies

            Heavenly Bodies Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The sunlight on the moon is sunlight, not Sad moonlight.  Get that straight.  If I want you, I want you having me inside you, hot, More...

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 Novelist at the Supermarket Till

The Novelist at the Supermarket Till Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He looks through men and women and he sees Them not just outwardly but sees inside Them like a CT scan.  His heart can tweeze Out...

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...

No Separate Peace

          No Separate Peace “. . . it should have been true. So I didn’t argue.” ~ John Knowles, A Separate Peace When we have finished all the passion, sweat, And dripping body fluids; when we reach The pounded climax to that final threat That comes with deep...

Spewing in the Depths to Heights, Rule-breaking

Spewing in the Depths to Heights, Rule-breaking Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When I go into you, I know what he Felt up in heaven, Lucifer, in love With liberty, or more love’s anarchy. I know...

Priming Your Pump at the Well

Priming Your Pump at the Well Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Just one slight push and he slips into you. Unspoken is this love, for who needs love In words when there is love to spew? You want a...

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...

Death Sneers Silently at Services

Death Sneers Silently at Services We sing to dead ones.  That is how we pray. We sing the hymns and requiems. We chant The kaddish and the words of fate.  We sway In robes the living wear.  The pious rant Which sounds more beautiful than death, unless The timbre is of...

That Hot Embrace

       That Hot Embrace Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He cannot ever run or swim without Romance the power in his sinews, sweat, And dreams.  He does not let the sunshine doubt His future,...

Artless as L. S. Lowry

    Artless as L. S. Lowry A Rembrandt darkness falls upon us, they And me.  I cannot see them now except As figures draped in richest robes.  The prey Of time (called death) they’ve worn brocade and slept In sand beneath the ground, each separate plot Concealing...

In Every Culture, that Golden Vanity

In Every Culture, that Golden Vanity “I am the cup of Nestor, a joy to drink from” A twelve year old in Magna Graecia lay Inside his tomb.  Beside him was a cup Of gold interred there.  Wanting to convey Sad hope, his family wanted him to sup From it in afterlife...

Rites

             Rites When undertakers take the body, pimp It up to please its final lover, stretch Its limbs to that position while still limp And use mascara and lipstick to etch A long-time disposition for the lips To welcome death, do hands attempt to call Up...

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...

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 Luna Moth, the Poet, and Philosopher

The Luna Moth, the Poet, and Philosopher “Carlotta Capuccino [in her article], ‘Plato’s Ion and the Ethics of Praise,’ takes the . . . view that poetry deploys ‘groundless praise’ and ‘promotes a dogmatic and passive style of life and thought,’ and so is ‘essentially...

Pink as Trauma

          Pink as Trauma The gardener comes and chops off fuschia flowers We waited months to worship.  They were pink, Pale pink and paler white.  In shredded showers Their petals fell.  He decided to slink Off, leaving us to find the trauma once He’d left.  Before...

Olimpio Fusco Unconscious of his Needs

Olimpio Fusco Unconscious of his Needs … An artist’s model does what he is told. Stand there. Sit under that.  Now spread that thigh. He doesn’t have to know why he must fold His hips beside a knife or gun.  His eye Must look away, to left, or up.  Perhaps He...

Olimpio Fusco

                     Olimpio Fusco  ~ Olimpio Fusco by John Singer Sargent An agony of beauty is this head, His hair, his throat.  The shadowed neck alone Is hurtful to the heart.  This thoroughbred Has hardly grown his Adam’s apple.  Shone In their perfection are the...

Self Definition, not the Usual—Opposition to Nostalgia

Self Definition, not the Usual— Opposition to Nostalgia                             Scito te ipsum I choose to think about my future self Instead of how it was when I was young. My personhood is not on childhood’s shelf, Nor is my personality the rung That I was...

Funeral Games

       Funeral Games Some people marry several times.  I tend To want not several weddings but instead To be the subject of various send Offs.  I’ll have respective funerals to wed Eternity and me in death.  I wish A sober one in black officiated By my brother, and a...