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,...

Visibly Loud Emotion Recollected in Hostility

Visibly Loud Emotion Recollected in Hostility Your thoughts (on seeing me) expand so proud Inside your skull that I can nearly see Their force despite the bone encasement, loud Enough for irises to file.  Your spree Of ploys about me now revealed include A purple...

Apprehension

               Apprehension Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  You think that you are seeing him because You see his face and hair.  Of course you know That other parts are hidden like the laws Of physics...

A Glass Bubble

               A Glass Bubble Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  His childhood, calm, unlike a corrida Entirely, (much more like a mountain lake), Was like lagoon waves lapping Florida Marina shores.  The...

Red Letter Day and South American Spice

Red Letter Day and South American Spice Today I spooled out sonnets, sonnets, ten Of them, extruding all like plastic knives, Or forks, or spoons.  They spilled again, again, Again as boring as Solomon’s wives Became to him, perhaps, each plaything thin As plastic...

The Greek Word “Muein” Says “Do Not Utter”

The Greek Word “Muein” Says “Do Not Utter” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem      You keep your mouth shut till the moment comes That mysticism enters you.  That light Floods in until your inspiration...

Primeval Will

               Primeval Will A poem is primeval will as strong As impetus in evolution for Our trees around the globe.  The words push, long, Enduring as a Giant Redwood, core Of heartwood at trunk’s center.  Poetry Demands that humans write it, speak it, sing Its...

Their Beauty Almost Stings

   Their Beauty Almost Stings Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The birds and insects get it right.  The male Outshines in colors female beauty.  Gold, The females seem to be the richest.  Hail The...

To Hold Infinity in the Eyelids

To Hold Infinity in the Eyelids Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    The carved Buddha lies, His eyelids in a straight line To infinities. ~ Seiho [Englished by Phillip Whidden] Do straight lines lead to...

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...

Jehovah Isn’t Buddha with his Prayer Wheels

  Jehovah Isn’t Buddha with his Prayer Wheels Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  So why do people pray when they want God To give a favor?  He is said to be A God of love.  Perhaps it is an odd Thing...

Do Not Fling Poetry into Foolishness

Do Not Fling Poetry into Foolishness The poet Merwin thinks about the whim That language uses us.  He doesn’t say That this is just a playful notion.  Slim That whimsy, though of course it’s fun to play With half-time silliness.  Yet then the game Is quite another...

Lunar Martyr

        Lunar Martyr Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He thought of just this one, this one, this one — Again — Again — AGAIN — as if insane With love, or something, powerfully as a gun That blasts away...

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale

Helen as Pathetic 1950s Florence Nightingale A mother nearly stumbles in beside The beds, each boy in misery of flu As if in torture chambers.  They have cried Themselves to whimpering sleep like kittens mew When dying.  Husband also mashed down, slammed In fever,...

Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday

Among the Stench of Abasement, a Sonnet for Good Friday Where poetry is from is far away Or cavern deep, or both, or just a girl Who passes on the sidewalk, hair a-sway, Or even one full man whose hair is curl, And curl and curl persuading in their black, As black as...

Oppositional Productivity

               Oppositional Productivity Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Emotion is as difficult to free From poetry as cultures’ deepest faiths From superstition.  It will have its spree Inside...

Imported Curvaceousness Times Itself from India

Imported Curvaceousness Times Itself from India   The pheasant came from Rome, the Normans, or From who knows where?  The feathers of its coat Say they were from an Indian king, and ore From Rajasthan. Cock pheasants almost gloat With beauty from the golden copper of...

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. ...

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...

Not

                                                                    Not “Rodrigo de Jerez and Luis de Torres are the first Europeans to observe smoking. It was on Cuba and Jerez becomes a staunch smoker, bringing the habit back with him to Spain. History of Tobacco in...

White and White and Blue and Blue

White and White and Blue and Blue Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some otherwhere the snow is lingering on The ground between the bark of oaks or pines, Perhaps beneath a peak awaiting dawn. Mount...

The One is Always First: Einstein’s Theory of Time

   The One is Always First:   Einstein’s Theory of Time Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The man who once was seen and now cannot Be seen is one.  He never will be seen Again and yet he still is there. ...

They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands

  They Hold their Hats in Deference in their Hands Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Two men are bowing at the crossroads to Each other.  Though already distant they Grow fainter even as they set off...

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  ...

Reflection

               Reflection Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The flowers shout, “Bloom!” and we inside begin To blossom although others cannot see This.  Deep within us opens up a twin Pink peony of...

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...

Four Corners

                 Four Corners Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The Earth was said to have four corners when The Bible first appeared in Jewish minds. My mind has just four corners.  Its amen Is...

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...

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...

Infatuation

                     Infatuation I think that you could once have reached to take The sun down from the sky and put it in Your bedroom.  I, a new Sir Francis Drake, Would not have thought it any sort of sin To lay my heart down there beside that sun For you prop your...

White Petals and Yellow Pollen

  White Petals and Yellow Pollen Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem This, then, the open face we wish that we Could see throughout the universe, the pure, The innocence are utter.  We would see These...

Inspiration

                  Inspiration Our days and nights are blind like Homer, blind And seeing, deep and wide, but still inept. Time carries us through life but like a mind Confused through madness.  Life remains adept At fraud, poetically and just with scales Upon its...

Moanasteries, More Like

             Moanasteries, More Like Most prayers are cramped things.  They are far too full Of names, though mostly just the one, your name. Prayers think that childishly their words may pull A loveless god (or God) to feel some shame For not observing our exactest...

Harvest and Outside Harvesting

Harvest and Outside Harvesting   1 Kings 8: “Then spake Solomon: “The Lord said that he would dwell in the thick darkness.” First Samuel 22: “He made darkness pavilions round about Him, dark waters.” Psalm 18:11: “He made darkness his secret place.”   The harvesting...

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...

A History of Upswelling Poisons Unintended

A History of Upswelling Poisons Unintended Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  e plants some seeds, some sentences and words In rows.  What might become of clauses, verbs, And paragraphs he cannot know. ...

Why White is White

     Why White is White Confusingly (?) the explanation why (In phyics) white is white is that the hue Includes all colors; and another high, Bright commonsense thought is . . . white tends to skew Away, proclaiming white’s the absence of All colors.  Prisms break up...

Danaus plexippus Flocks Remember a Prehistoric Everest

Danaus plexippus Flocks Remember a Prehistoric Everest The butterflies recall an ancient slope. The Monarchs flew for eons past a peak Too high for them.  Those insects had no hope Of scaling it, this black and orange clique, So huge and gorgeous that the angel cloud...

Conversion at the Cliff Edge of the Great Rift Valley

Some readers may find this piece offensive.  If you think you might be offended, please do not read it. Conversion at the Cliff Edge of the Great Rift Valley Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Beyond...

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]...

Sing in Me, Rational Muse!

Sing in Me, Rational Muse! Plato’s “descriptions of poetic inspiration occur over a long period of time, ranging from his earliest works to his latest, and there is considerable uniformity in what he says.  Throughout P.’s work the mental state of the inspired poet is...

Piéria

                 Piéria Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “the Muses’ ancient home between the roots of Olympus and the sea; to where ‘Pēneus rolls his fountains Against the morning star’.” ~ F. L....

Daedalus and Icarus

     Daedalus and Icarus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The natural rhythms of Greek [poetry] tend ‘downward,’ falling” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 14 How strange it is to think that ancient...

Brain Matter, Bone Marrow

Brain Matter or Bone Marrow Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse “Stefan Büttner (‘Inspiration and Inspired Poets in Plato’s Dialogues’) acknowledges the frequency with which Plato accepts the possibility of inspiration and admires its...

Psalm 130

               Psalm 130 From out of depths of sorrow came the sounds Of  Parry’s anthem (first of all) “In my Distress.”  The music came from deep chest wounds Und Bach and Luther.  Anguish reaches sky And heaven only when the music climbs From sources such as...

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell “Why does your vision linger there below Among those lost and mutilated shades?” He asked.  I stared at him.  Was he so slow? “It’s obvious.  None living in the glades Of heaven or in Purgatory now Is nearly so...

  6, 28, 496, 8128 . . .

       6, 28, 496, 8128 . . . Perfection is a state devoutly sought, Evinced alone in mathematics, though. Reach out for it in other realms, there’s naught For seekers of this purest state.  There’s no Escaping it:  the sciences and art Collaborate against perfection,...

Literary Inspiration from on High

Literary Inspiration from on High “The gods arranged all this, and sent them their misfortunes in order that future generations might have something to sing about.” ~ King Alcinous in the Odyssey at the end of Book VIII The question of our poets’ impulse, long Ago...

The Vanishing

         The Vanishing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A perfect poem that a poet knew (Or nearly knew) attempted to escape From in his ribs and mind.  It almost grew. He got a glimpse of it, its shining...

Primitive Sophisticated Truth

  Primitive Sophisticated Truth Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem   ….…… When Greeks believed that nature’s aspects moved As gods and goddesses, as wind and fire, Then Bóreas came...

God Hardened the Heart of Pharaoh

God Hardened the Heart of Pharaoh Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The goodness of their God in which He hid The death of men awaits believers. They Will still believe. Their doubt has truly slid To...

Never Land

                Never Land Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Ordinarily, romantic love is a popular theme in ancient India’s epics as well as in numerous plays that revolve around the romances of...

Mixed Race Divinity and Humanity

Mixed Race Divinity and Humanity Go to the link:  https://images.app.goo.gl/afEGMDrkc96exuSm7 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...

Sing in Me, Rational Muse!

   Sing in Me, Rational Muse! Plato’s “descriptions of poetic inspiration occur over a long period of time, ranging from his earliest works to his latest, and there is considerable uniformity in what says.  Throughout P.’s work the mental state of the inspired poet is...

Intercessory Prayer and St. Francis of Assisi

Intercessory Prayer and St. Francis of Assisi …………. I tried to hide my hands but God was more Manipulative than my ploy.  He zapped Around with holy beams.  He loved the gore, I guess.  He thought that while my mind was rapt In mystic trance...

Socrates versus Sappho

Socrates versus Sappho One wonders if poor Socrates might just Have been much happier if he had made Up poems, not philosophy. A gust Of inspiration from Apollo swayed The poets into a rhapsody of thrill. While lost in love for some young person’s hair, The writers in...

Brain Matter or Bone Marrow

Brain Matter or Bone Marrow “Stefan Büttner (‘Inspiration and Inspired Poets in Plato’s Dialogues’) acknowledges the frequency with which Plato accepts the possibility of inspiration and admires its benefits. The experience of inspiration is in some way part of nous,...

The Voice

          The Voice We all are waiting for the voice to speak, But how will it be spoken? Will we hear It when it whispers in an ancient Greek The severity of stone-hard Doric fear? Perhaps still, small hoarseness in a fire Will echo in the deserts of our soul When...

Progressive Mathematics as Stanzas

     Progressive Mathematics as Stanzas When poetry was mathematics back In distant, ancient India, the lines Were full of meanings that our poems lack Today.  With sinuousity of vines Instead of straight or angled equals marks And long equations on the smoothed out...

A Trillion Gigabytes of Verity

A Trillion Gigabytes of Verity Tonight the news is worried that a search On Google hints that being gay is wrong— A sinful illness.  The Web’s a broad church And if you key in “holocaust,” the strong Impression is that lots of people think That it’s a fiction, hoax,...

Vermont and Quebec: Syrup Harvesting in the Spring

Vermont and Quebec:  Syrup Harvesting in the Spring Just how does poetry escape from men? It’s too simplistic if we say it thrums Out from the skull, though, yes, it is just when It’s rising that it coalesces, comes Out through the pregnant cracks in bone, Or maybe...

Landing Stages for Angels and the Morning Star

Landing Stages for Angels     and the Morning Star The morning glories, white or purple, bloom Upon the hedge as innocent as dawn The morning Eve was made.  The sun their groom, They open, virgins all, their faces drawn To upward angles, wishing for the stir Of flying...

The Internal Space Station

      The Internal Space Station You’ve seen those places advertising what They call “Self-storage” lockers.  Well, I’ve had One over sixty years.  It’s not a hut On our back green.  It doesn’t have a pad- Lock, isn’t just a cubicle inside A...

Coming Down from Heaven

  Coming Down from Heaven Grand spaces are supposed to make us feel The world is wonderful, like symphonies Presume to capture skies and make us kneel Before the universe.  Large symmetries, Like Khufu’s pyramid, or Newton’s squared Principia, or like the...

Cast White the Net

        Cast White the Net There’s nothing you can’t find there on the web Unless it’s innocence.  You type in “pure” And up comes pure cocaine and some celeb (A swinish, big tit party epicure) Who’s snorted far too many thrilling lines. You key in “innocent” and up...

Otherwise

           Otherwise You do not meet your own desires in those You love.  You cannot find yourself in men Or women, even women who transpose Your feelings into mountain and braw glen With mist that rivals healing of the bone, Or men who stroke emotion in your veins....

Erde und Himmel: a Sonnet

                              Erde und  Himmel:  a Sonnet The picture on the page (this photo in the ad) was not of you.  It looked like you, though.  Can it be that something quite so thin and boring as casually leafing through an in-flight magazine might bring this...

Evensong in Edinburgh: the Cauld Alliance

and with the music pasted in HERE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lPca88LPARI   Evensong in Edinburgh:          the Cauld Alliance I trudge to the cathedral to contend With flu.  I’ve taken drugs, of course, before I started out.  I’m hoping that the blend...

Twenty-four Carat Turing

 Twenty-four Carat Turing They’re on the way to building techy brains With nano wires of coated silver. Gold Might do, but maybe not, since leaving strains Of greed would be too human.  Strands enfold A new creation of electrics which Exists in nanospheres...

Awkward

           Awkward Repeatedly I’ve seen you do a dance, A little travesty of happiness. It is a dance but doesn’t give a chance To sentiment or Hallmark sappiness. Those steps are more a mockery and brief. They really only say, “Don’t look at...

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell

A Gay Ole Time in Daisy-Circle Hell “Why does your vision linger there below Among those lost and mutilated shades?” He asked.  I stared at him.  Was he so slow? “It’s obvious.  None living in the glades Of heaven or in Purgatory now Is nearly so...