Genesis 1:2-3

The Featherless Singing Phoenix

       The Featherless Singing Phoenix Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  If he were tall and baritone, perhaps Your heart would grow the ears to hear his soul, But as things are he hears your interest...

Pinioned Prescriptions:  Two Sonnets

Pinioned Prescriptions:  Two Sonnets Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem              Ornithological Therapy If birds obliged, they might resolve to aid Us in disorders of the heart and mind. The robin might...

The Interpretation of a Cherry Tree

  The Interpretation of a Cherry Tree Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  If I were like a tree limb, I would sleep As if in blossom like a cherry tree, Not just a branch.  My secrets I would keep Inside me...

The Poet Arrives in Havana (El poeta llega a la Habana)

The Poet Arrives in Havana (El poeta llega a la Habana) Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Warning:  The video under this sonnet is not for the faint-hearted. It seems when Lorca went to Cuba, he Arrived in...

Screwtape Messaging

        Screwtape Messaging   “Never let a fool kiss you and never let a kiss fool you.” The oldest voice, the voice of open thighs, Is part of whispering, shouting. urging need. Ears hear it, almost, it’s so loud.  The eyes May Braille it if they want to.  Written...

The Stunted Loveliness

          The Stunted Loveliness Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  My body was the shallow pot of earth For you to use to make your bonsai in.  My soul Was waiting, though.  To start this gnarled birth You...

Seven Hearts Like Moon Rises Inside

   Seven Hearts Like Moon Rises Inside Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A clutch of hearts he held inside his chest Beside the fleshy one.  The first in youth Was quite beyond his explanation—best Forget...

 The Meaning of Pearl Necklaces

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Most pearls are prized because the luster of Their loveliness lies held in shape of spheres — Though never perfect.  Given with a love Strung out on strings of strength to...

The Journey

                The Journey Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I’ve purchased you a ticket.  It will take You straight to dreams.  The trip is just one way. “Return” is not upon it.  There’s no brake, The...

Alhambra Paladin

               Alhambra Paladin Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Far better than the flashing fountain fire Of love inside a Moorish courtyard, eyes, My eyes are fixed on flesh, your flesh, desire As...

The Thousand and One Heights

 The Thousand and One Heights Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  لحب الجنسي Let us imagine that we have an hour Alone together in Alhambra tiles, A fountain playing near us with its shower Of love that...

Clipped Affection

                     Clipped Affection Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem I want to return to the flower and from the flower to my heart. Are you going, love? Farewell! (To my abandoned heart!) ~ Lorca,...

New Orleans Drinking Whiskey Neat

New Orleans Drinking Whiskey Neat   that which halts itself                                                                                              dreams. ~ Lorca, “Running” (“Corriente”) A sonnet lends a pause.  It brings a halt To Tuesday stuff.  It enters...

Cutie Pie Cat

                 Cutie Pie Cat The pink-nosed face of Prospero my cat, Pink nose and white fur face, is what he rubs Against me, purring.  He does not know that I love him since he’s cute.  My finger scrubs His whiskers and his ears because I think He likes that kind...

Harsh Hypnotism

               Harsh Hypnotism Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  flee the dark wood of improbable forms  ~ Lorca, “Ode to Salvador Dalí” (Oda a Salvador Dalí) Who (rather what?) could possibly predict, If...

The Final Solution

                        The Final Solution Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “the tiniest of hearts” ~Lorca, “Preludio” “All beings possess egos and therefore all beings have personalities. The cosmos...

Knots

                        Knots Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Every word was once a poem.  ~ Emerson We try to tie a knot to give some truth To life, our lives.  At times this means red grace, A bow of...

North and South

       North and South   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Through the waters of Granada only sighs can row.  ~ Lorca, “Baladilla de lost res rios” The gondolier in Venice oars his way Through green as...

Man and Woman

               Man and Woman Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    She tried repeating words he spoke to her About their marriage, marriage dry as love Without the lubricant just past the fur Between her...

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...

Unlike You and Him

             Unlike You and Him There seemed a time (if time can merely seem) When we soared parallel, so did not touch, The lack of touching sinful as a dream (Though close the lack of touching hurt too much And so I had to comment face to face With little gifts of...

Ancient Trees without Freud

     Ancient Trees without Freud Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The longest living trees don’t  daydream while They live for several thousand years in drought. This lack of dreams might mean that...

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...

Genesis 1:2-3

                                             Genesis 1:2-3 Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When losses rise, not anything can fill The void excepting you.  The paradox Resulting from these losings makes...

More Lovely than a Golden Spiral

  More Lovely than a Golden Spiral Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The chambered nautilus propels his shell Through nighttime waves.  He sails much longer than His cousins, octopus and squid.  The swell...

Fraught and not Fraught

     Fraught and not Fraught [Today, October 7, 2023, I bought Abhishek’s wedding ring.] Where only black and gold are, gods will lie In wait. The black ones are uncountable, The gold ones only three.   The black ones fly Around and in us, unsurmountable The...

Chasms

                      Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  He has a lover who refuses him The things he hopes for, clearest texts from love And frequent prompts as if a holy hymn Were being sent, a hymn as if...

Wide and Narrow in Their Fate

  Wide and Narrow in Their Fate Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Aurora borealis touches dreams Of men and poets as they wander through The realm of loving, hopeful planetary streams Of matter from the...

The Fingers of a Believer

       The Fingers of a Believer Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Disciple Thomas thrust his fingers in The slit.  Did he feel blood and warmth, a squish Of slickness, flesh, fulfilment, or just sin Of...

Sanctity in the Dawn

          Sanctity in the Dawn I wake up in the first light, launched to love. I wake up fraught as if the Holy Ghost Filled both my lungs and hovered just above Each vein and artery and bone, engrossed Me everywhere inside my soul.  Of course It is not God who rams...

Loves

                           Loves   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “My old dreams disappeared when you arrived.” ~ La Bohème Nine thousand million people, even more, Have known those operatic karats in...

Memories as Lasting as a Christmas Tree Dumped on a Heap

Memories as Lasting as a Christmas Tree Dumped on a Heap   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Mind, even Christmas Days can be denied Their memories.  Lost for decades now a pic Resurfaces.  (A special day...

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...

Twenty-four Carat Ecstasy

  Twenty-four Carat Ecstasy Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Envisage that you turn his eyebrows gold As Eros’ bow the moment just before He shoots.  Another heart is forced to fold In agony of love. ...

Incapable Beauty

            Incapable Beauty The best thing that the poet pointed out Is that wise roses never know that all Are shriveling, young.  The flowers never pout In sympathy with us.  They never brawl With gods for us, to spare us from some fate We do not know awaits us. ...

After the Regicide

              After the Regicide The cats scream out soprano, tenor love And desperate alto love beneath.  They know A deeper meaning, one of passion, shove And claws we humans have forgotten.  So Intense their hatred which they wrap up in Their wooing that we feel...

Fast

                            Fast I lay my hands against his fur.  Its black Glows, glossed, on light green of our duvet top, The counterpane.  My fingers warm his back And side.  They warm me, too.  My cat’s gone plop To sleep in black and white and green.  This calm...

Love

                               My heart became like smoke or Saturn’s air, A heart that wind can pass through made of mist. My heart took on this life, a demon’s prayer, As dead as that, a glowing demon’s fist. My heart sailed out to find a little ait Where sheep were...

The Pole Religion of Lustred Love

The Pole Religion of Lustred Love Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  It blew straight through his bones like snow through air, Antarctic night.  He thought that it was warm Or even hot like black...

The Goddess of Love Stands Distinct from Ecstasy

The Goddess of Love Stands Distinct from Ecstasy   The temple is love’s stone sonata made Of marble and of space.  Its pillars rise In fluting.  They are made of light and shade Or more like melodies which goddess eyes Can hear.  Between the columns shadows fail...

Someone Special

                         Someone Special Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Who has to be a special someone when He knows that he is loved?  Perhaps some sun God loves him.  Maybe he knows more than men...

April, August, Autumn

            April, August, Autumn Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We both flirt April with each other, you And I, at first.  The clouds, if any, rise In white and seem not tinged except with blue, Perhaps...

Wider Still and Wider from the Earth

Wider Still and Wider from the Earth “And in that Heaven of all their wish, there shall be no more land, say fish.” ~ Rupert Brooke The fancies of that young one, Rupert Brooke, Were wider than “just” girls and women.  He Liked those—and more.  The autumn hair that...

Trinity’s Anchorite in Gentle Agony

   Trinity’s Anchorite in Gentle Agony James Strachey, lacking goldsmiths’ stunning hair, Sat by his non-gold fire alone inside His Cambridge room and felt the flare Of shrined romance within his ribs.  It dyed His arteries and veins the color of A soul in...

The Genius of Love and the Jock

   The Genius of Love and the Jock Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Of course it doesn’t matter that we don’t Know just how beautiful Lascelles was:  he Was not a poet.  Rupert Brooke was wont To think...

Squares and Triangles

     Squares and Triangles “male society, cloistered rooms, and the works of the classics” ~ Jacob’s Room, Virginia Woolfe A cloistered room can be concocted in An ordinary bedsit.  Cambridge rooms Are not required. You sit and rest your chin On loneliness.  Love’s...

On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .

          On the Rubbish Heap of Time . . .  The one he loved the most was Charles Lascelles. We have to take Brooke’s word for it that he Was beautiful.  As Rugby tower bells Rang out the hours, a passion rhymed with glee Pumped hard inside the future poet, hard...

The Secret Life of Things

     The Secret Life of Things For the space of a foot, The firefly’s light goes out: Loneliness.           ~ Hokushi The firefly floats along in darkness, light, Dark, light.  The floating is revealed alone By flashing, though the blinking is so slight That only...

What Comes After Every Beauty

  What Comes After Every Beauty How easily it Glows.  How easily it goes Out, the firefly’s green. ~ Chine-jo The green is very faint but still is green. The flash is very brief but still a glint. Then after every blink comes dark, between The promise and the living,...

 Calmest Sex Electrified

     Calmest Sex Electrified The firefly Gives light To its pursuer. ~ Ōemaru Enlightenment it might be, no, not Satori.  Certainly this winging bug Is only looking coolly for a hot Encounter with a lady fly, to hug Her briefly, hunchingly, and put slick life Inside...

Looking for His Love

           Looking for His Love   The first firefly! It was off, away,— The wind left in my hand.                        ~ Issa   The firefly lands by chance upon my hand And flashes there, blink, blink in twilight green. In growing darkness little glows expand,...

Laid Asleep

             Laid Asleep                                 “we are laid asleep       In body, and become a living soul.” ~  William Wordsworth If laid asleep beside each other, we Might find some rest at last.  We never laid In doubled love.  Love’s serendipity Was...

A Solitary Fire

                   A Solitary Fire In bobby socks the teenyboppers used To sigh or scream about a baritone, Or tenor, or falsetto voice.  Amused, Their objects of desire jived through a zone Of smugness like a phoenix on its pyre. Before these screeching fans, young...

Opera in the Crystal Ball

               Opera in the Crystal Ball An opera in a crystal ball is what He should have viewed and heard and felt, yet, no, His veins sensed only limerance and hot Rushed serotonin.  It produced that glow Like phosphorescent joy, though not as pale Or brief as...

Elementary Love

                    Elementary Love He didn’t notice that the yard in front Was small.  At ten he thought that it was big, Or large enough.  The two of them could hunt A hiding place beneath the Turk’s Caps, dig For doodle bugs, and daydream play.  Both he And Brian...

Rupert Wanted Surrender

        Rupert Wanted Surrender  “Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate.    Love sells the proud heart’s citadel to fate.”~ Rupert Brooke Would women be as likely as a man To write such sentiments, to think of love As breaching walled in strength, as Æthelstan...

Unrequited Love in Men

          Unrequited Love in Men “All the little emptiness of love!” ~ Rupert Brooke Gigantic love alone is one small space Inside the mind and guts of just one guy. It’s like a complicated interface, But tiny, ganglia trapped in a sky Of bruise enormous in its hurt...

Ingredients

                       Ingredients That photo of the man, his little son, And summer sunlight on their cuddling skin Has disappeared.  It was the only one Jill had and most importantly no sin Could be detected in it. But it’s lost. Jill wonders if Ray...

Auburn Love Maleness Maleness Maleness

Auburn Love Maleness Maleness Maleness The way a twilight in the autumn turns To unsung colors, so the chapel light Inside the service changes from the burns Of orange to a brown with red so slight It slinks away as suns go down.  The red Is almost memory, not real,...

Forever and Forever

             Forever and Forever What makes a sunlight moment settle in The mind?  And does it matter? Turning of An eye makes heartbeats leap and grin Because of Gwen or Lance.  But is it love And does it matter?  On the beach his arm And shoulder fix themselves,...

Self-envy

                    Self-envy I suffer from that rarest illness, called Self-envy. Everyone, it seems, but me Is desperate, as if they each are walled Up in a prison or are like a quay That no ships come to, ever, but my days And nights are full. I have a cat who...

Granting

                      Granting What sages and the rest must say at last Is only love is high.  The evils through The world don’t matter.  Yes, those things are vast, But finally the wisest think more true. No, not the love of men and ladies in The novels sold at...

Cats and Men

                    Cats and Men Winn wasted love, romantic life, on men And cats like men.  The men walked round as proud As only cats (and men) can be and then They left.  Sometimes the men and cats allowed Some stroking of their hairy bodies for A little while and...

“Men coming and going on the earth” ~ Rupert Brooke

“Men coming and going on the earth” ~ Rupert Brooke Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Men come and go in love and death beside The heart and in our beds:  the red-haired ones With that strange skin and with...

Giving and Forgiving

                      Giving and Forgiving pexels-lion-247502 “I need lions in gilded cages; it’s awful, after human flesh, lions love gold,  and no one ever gives it to them.”  ~Oscar Wilde Who would put his lion in a cage of Lead rubbed with gilding foil?  Not lead...

Avoid

                        Avoid Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Avoid his eyes, too beautiful and deep, Or plunge in, from Olympic height, from high Dive love. The risk is higher yet, yes, steep But...

A Year of Hairless Yearning

A Year of Hairless Yearning Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem If you could take your lover out just one Time every year, how fresh would he seem each Unveling from his box?  Would beauty stun You like...

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...

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. ...

Cleaving on an Island

         Cleaving on an Island Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The house on Merritt Island stood alone On sand.  No doubt the sand had sandspurs set Among the weeds.  Like a ramshackle throne It ruled...

An Evensong at Rugby School Chapel

An Evensong at Rugby School Chapel Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The service is devoted to Saint John The Baptist.  Then when prayer comes, “Lord, now let,” I think of peace and one plain tomb upon...

Gone

               Gone Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A smouldering in the core of ribcage bones Is what his heart is causing.  Blood does not Allow an outbreak, flames of red.  The zones Of marrow in...

Relief

               Relief The roses come.  He does not think of you. Their pinks are far too delicate, their reds Too overwhelming, and their whites too true. He does not think of you and cuts their heads. The peonies arrived.  Their petals are Too perfect, fine, and...

Ganymede Has Auroras Glowing in His Captured Air

Ganymede Has Auroras Glowing in His Captured Air The largest moon of Jupiter is male, Much larger than the female ones.  Its weight Is less than Mercury’s but then the scale Of Ganymede is larger.  Zeus’s mate Forever clings around his greatest god And spins forever...

Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli

  Blue Rugby and Blue Gallipoli Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem We do not think of Rubert Brooke in blue, When we remember him at all.  We think of Brooke Between some pages of a volume, true To...

The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail

The Y Chromosome Inside the Tiny Holy Grail            All day the firefly         Folds in his glow beneath grass          Waiting for twilight.   ~ a found haiku; original words adjusted by PhillipWhidden; encountered in Henry David Thoreau’s A Week on the Concord...

God Loves

                 God Loves God loves with all the discrimination Of  hurricanes and tidal waves.  He loves Creating . . . and watching the castration Of child molesters, and He loves the shoves Of penises inside their victims.  He Loves victims, too.  God loves the...

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...

Black Regrets–Sénanque

                      Black Regrets–Sénanque Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He holds a postcard in his hand.  The view Is of an abbey high in chalky hills (Provençe).  The abbey there of...

Spontaneous Combustion

Spontaneous Combustion .Modern poetry  odern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I mastered it.  It mastered me, became The fire, and it became the whole of me. A moment just before was calm, but flame Exploded.  You were...

What the Pharaohs Commanded in Looking Glasses

What the Pharaohs Commanded in Looking Glasses Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He lives inside the past.  Back then he filled A tiny room, but now it glows.  The walls Are echoed glass.  My spinal...

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...

Galumphing Patriotism

      Galumphing Patriotism The worst of patriotic people’s verse Is halting lineage of “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere.”  Two lanterns would disperse (Or one) the orders that were set to guide The rider.  Lucklessly, no one offered Such guidance to the poet.  He...

Love in England

             Love in England I even sent you stupid things like pics Of guards in London backed with notes about The mayflower being in bloom.  The tricks I pulled were quite pathetic.  Rave and shout Was just about the only method left Untried.  The sonnets, longer...

No New Place for Love

No New Place for Love From Stratford-Upon-Avon I sent:  “This is” Shakespeare noted,”the monstrosity Of love, . . . that the will is infinite,” bliss Is huge, but though its existence is free, The “execution” is...

Both Sad and Calm

          Both Sad and Calm On the back of a post card I quoted from The Queen of the Damned: “The morning would come and he would be sad but calm.” Both sad and calm cathedral beauties are. The picture on the card of Salisbury glows With stillness.  It was taken from...

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...

Recovered?

           Recovered? Recovered?  Covered once with scars, before That with the Mylar we call love, my heart Deals gingerly with this collection.  More Reflective sonnet talents in the art Of poetry and love have run ahead Of my discovery of little gifts Forgotten in...

Promises and Lies

            Promises and Lies I send a card with animals–a mare And foal, a badger, and a fox and fawn– Facetiously upbraiding you.  “Unfair!” I claim.  It seems that you were sick and wan, Had promised you’d “bounce back” by...