Big Eyes, Bigger Insight

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...

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...

Suspended Pistols

             Suspended Pistols Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem Most men are made of crudest iron in shapes Like penises instead of thorns.  These blunt Iron prickles make their forced, demanding scrapes In victims often in...

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...

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...

The Spectrum Picture

         The Spectrum Picture An acorn drops.  It sinks right through the pool. No meaning is ascribed to this.  Perhaps A ripple lasts a while across the cool, Clear water.  No dimensions echo, lapse Or send out messages.  That’s it.  That’s all. Not any ramifying...

What Use is Hydroquinone in a Vacuum?

What Use is Hydroquinone in a Vacuum? Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Imagine for yourself the beauty of The dead.  A man once loved in wonder now Is lost because no photos in his love Exist. ...

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...

A Spectrum of Sound

                  A Spectrum of Sound Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We do not understand the screams, and yet we do. We do not understand the wails, and yet They mean.  The silence of the dying cat is...

Awe of the Heavenly Bodies

       Awe of the Heavenly Bodies Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The moon would kill to have a face the shape And beauty that yours shows, the smoothness, force, The splendor of your dazzle with escape...

Bliss’s Obsidian Wand

       Bliss’s Obsidian Wand Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “Maleness is magic, the potent principle of universal creativity.” ~ Camille Paglia, Sexual Personae, 40 A warlock holds his...

Orange Penetrates so Intense that It Throbs as Purple

Orange Penetrates so Intense that It Throbs as Purple Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Why bother with bare beauty when deep sex Comes offered in the package?  Canyons etched With liquid bearing scree...

The Opposite of a Pastel Rainbow

   The Opposite of a Pastel Rainbow If you were god Apollo, you could tell The sun hawks, “Bring adventure to me here In form of youth and let the man expel Opponents of the notion that male fear Is part of worship and of love.  Let him Hold bravery in himself...

Sacred and Profane Buddhas

        Sacred and Profane Buddhas   The meaning of the Buddha is in all Things, not just sacred lotuses or trees Saints sit beneath.  Secular flies let fall Their droppings on the painted frieze Brushed onto white rice paper on a screen, Or watercolor painted on...

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...

The Music of the Sphere Known as a Black Hole

The Music of the Sphere Known as a Black Hole https://twitter.com/Phoenix22555220/status/1562149765839732740?s=20&t=D3UNCn1z5-0dtrIopqEVRg Beyond the realm of Seven Sisters, sound Reverberates away from total death.  The hole That makes this seethe is like a giant...

Bright Young Men Know Better

Bright Young Men Know Better The sun god sits in golden light upon A golden throne and sends out golden beams. The robe he wears is purple prinked at dawn With rose gold frets, Greek frets.  His presence streams From in his palace in the farthest east, An east beyond...

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...

Junge Männer

Junge Männer, a Sonnet Sequence on the photographs in Herbert List’s Junge Männer [Each sonnet is about at least one of the sonnets in List’s book.  Before the title of each sonnet is the number of the photograph the poem is about, as in (#1).  Often (or...

Poetry Saved by Photographs and Words of Memory

Poetry Saved by Photographs and Words of Memory It hardly matters if his verse is great, Carved lines, bronze poetry, immortal stuff, Or not.  Brooke’s like a surfer on the spate Of swollen wave tops.  Killing beauty’s tough. It lingers on in culture’s core.  His face...

Ultraterrestrial

                       Ultraterrestrial Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem My brothers’ lives are alien and far Away from mine.  The wives float, quite . . . unknown . . . Along with foreign things like...

Parthenogenesis Paternal

       Parthenogenesis Paternal If I were only Woodrow’s son, yes, just His son, not his and Helen’s, then my heart Would sing with dreams and poetry, gold dust Of life.  My mind would separate apart The pettishness of daily living from The mountain clouds of Florida...

Parthenogenesis

       Parthenogenesis Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If I were only Helen’s son, my heart Would be direct, or more direct, as straight As Queen Medea in her hate.  Apart From planning, I would be as...

Early Polling of Intentions

          Early Polling of Intentions Who wouldn’t want it if a giant snake Proposed deep mouthfuls that you thought were out Of reach?  The woman’s throat began to shake. The woman’s heart fled fast from fussy doubt. She knew she wanted all he offered up. He...

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...

Jalousie in Natural Light—Avant la Rêve

Jalousie in Natural Light—Avant la Rêve For Mrs. Pat Silver and Bob Stubbs She chose a piece called “Jalousie” for flute And keyboard that was strange to both the boys, But then the both of them were teens.  To suit The ceremony “Jalousie” had poise But sounded...

Countryside Composition

          Countryside Composition The russet sun selects the pheasant’s tail. It shines more gold than copper in that light From heaven in the evening though more pale. The sun strikes more than that.  It wants to write A poem or a nocturne for the dark To come,...

Esthetic Ricochet

                  Esthetic Ricochet A room with gilded sliding screens is flown Through by a swallow.  It swoops in and out So swiftly that the moment makes a throne Of thrill and beauty.  It is like a shout From Christ or Buddha, utter and so brief That brevity...

Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan

Gemmed Jeremiah Vituperating in Japan The pheasant screeches on the village roof. The startled hamlet is transformed, not by The gorgeousness or by his squawk; the proof That transcendental beauty needs the cry Of ugliness to set a splendor far Apart is shown by this...

Grave Offering

           Grave Offering Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He breaks the burst of blossoms off the tree, The spray of life in blooms, and hauls it to The back part of the car.  Cemetery Rows wait. He...

Yeah, Right

                       Yeah, Right “with God all things are possible” ~ Matthew 19:26   A semantics teacher begins his first lecture of the course with this introduction:  “In English grammar a double negative produces a positive.  In some languages a double negative...

Perspective

              Perspective Without perspective we can live in white Infinity, far longer than the space In Leonardo. Chinese painters’ sight Swerves larger like an Orthodox choir’s bass In search of certain formlessness.  Their blanks Loom almost misty like...

Love Administered by the Local Council

Love Administered by the Local Council The little beauties disappear.  We walk Past those for season after season, year On year.  The world’s brownish evils stalk Them, though.  A pretty pinkish, purplish cheer They give, the cyclamens that grow beside Each other just...

Twilight, Midnight, Morning

Twilight, Midnight, Morning Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The sunset settles on the copper breast, Its black point speckles, and the cascade fall Of dark enamel down the sunlit chest. The first to...

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in Esthetics

No Hypocrisy or Self-deceiving in             Esthetics Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When Jesus speaks, the monasteries chant And convents count their beads.  On Georgia’s roads His words are...

Escapism = Carnevale Claptrap

Escapism = Carnevale Claptrap Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Religion, fantasy, pornography And science fiction, even pink, pink verse Are merely magic.  Hearts’ geography Is what they master.  They...

Panicky Purity

               Panicky Purity The phantoms of the heart and brain are drugs From soul and not from science.  They are like Some sort of dreamlike but effective plugs Created for our therapy.  A dyke Holds back the floods… and heart holds back the brain And rigid...

Symphonies or Aristotle

    Symphonies or Aristotle Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A poet opens up his lips.  We want A poem from them, not wisdom.  A sage Pronouncement we can do without.  The font Of clear philosophy...

Illuminated

            lluminated Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The secret bird refuses to be known. Its color is a flavor still unnamed, More like a smell than scarlet, a tone, Shennai in voice perhaps.  It...

Solemnity

                   Solemnity The swan reflects the water.  Water’s light Shines off the grace.  It moves like moon-drawn flow Up rivers.  Streaming feathers claim the white Of foam on ocean waves.  The feathers go Where God would go if he were mortal in A world devoid...

The Tonic of Thought from Marcus Aurelius Antoninus

The Tonic of Thought from Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Not all of thought is good, but thinking heals, Or offers therapy.  The thinkers past Give guidance in their...

Sumptuous Fabric with Black Diamonds

Sumptuous Fabric with          Bl♦ck Di♦monds Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A copper-breasted pheasant shifts from claw To claw up on the autumn branch.  The cold Of evening settles down upon him. ...

Diversity Does Not Equal Ontological Division

Diversity Does Not Equal Ontological Division Since all are different, they are all the same. If there were some exceptions to this rule, Just two would do, then these two sames would shame The thoughts of Monism.  This ridicule By sameness would destroy the doctrine,...

Doppelgängers

              Doppelgängers Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem You almost smell despair of men alone When they have lost that one friend, that one near They found they loved as if a holy clone Had...

  Epiphany not Abruptness

        Epiphany not Abruptness A mamba crosses paths with you.  A shark Fin heaves to view in nearby waves.  A plague Ramps out across the world.  A winging lark Explodes from cover at your feet.  No vague, Uncertain certainty like fate explains The threat, the...

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...

“Orpheus with his lute made trees”

“Orpheus with his lute made trees” Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem For Philippe Entremont What use is music lacking fingers, strings, And tremolo, the purity of voice Of flute in Grieg’s concerto,...

Curvatures

                   Curvatures They sign up for the gym together, both For different reasons, but that’s how a man And woman are.  They both desire some growth Of sexiness.  He wants to spread the span Of manliness.  She wants to make her form More feminine.  Of course...

Thou Shalt not Bear False Witness

Thou Shalt not Bear False Witness Sigmund Freud: “There is nothing instinctual in us which responds to a belief in death.”   Freud also says, “This may even be the secret of heroism.” Our hearts refuse to nod to death.  No, more Than that, they fail to hear it...

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...

Darwin and Heraclitus

       Darwin and Heraclitus Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Homer should be turned out of the canon and whipped.  He was wrong in saying :  ‘Would that strife might perish from among gods and men!’ ...

Our Choice of Ancestors

        Our Choice of Ancestors What we think, we become.  Buddha Philippians 4:8 “Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are...

Plato Alludes to and Quotes from Homer 331 Times

Plato Alludes to and Quotes from Homer 331 Times Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A thinker who can’t think attempts to be Philosophy’s Big Name. He blames those who Write poetry since they lead...

Initiations

                Initiations “Every word was once a poem” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays, “The Poet” “A single letter was a matter of life and death.”  ~ Anne Michaels The alphabets came late, like virgins to A wedding feast.  The clauses, words, and grunts Of love were...

With Straight Gold Bars

    With Straight Gold Bars I sat beside my mother as the sale Was made, the purchase of The World Book Encyclopedia.   I loved the pale Cream, knobbled leatherette, the noble look Of deep maroon square placed on spine of each Restrained and heavy volume, glossy...

Presumption

           Presumption Who teaches us what love is, what it means? Who?  No one.  Many try, but none of them Succeeds.  Some say it’s like quick benzedrines Without inhalers needed.  Bethlehem Is touted as another meaning of This principle or feeling—whatever....

What We Drink

        What We Drink Who wants thick wisdom first in poems?  It Is ours for chewing in the pleasures of The scrolls of Plato, thinkers who permit The thought that pleasure proves the point of love, And stern philosophers with guts to kill All weakness, straight.  The...

The Venerable, Ancient Need

The Venerable, Ancient Need Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “And Socrates the philosopher, who despised everything, was, for all that, subdued by the beauty of Alcibiades; as also was the venerable...

The Truth about Ancient History, Plato, and Poetry

The Truth about Ancient History, Plato, and Poetry “Socrates says in the Republic that he and Plato’s brothers might have to inform poetry about the ancient quarrel between it and philosophy. Glenn Most (“What Ancient Quarrel between Philosophy and Poetry?”) argues...

The Poet!

               The Poet! “light, winged, holy creature” ~ The words of Socrates to describe a poet, as quoted in Penelope Murray, Plato on Poetry, 8 That’s always how I’ve thought about myself, Yup, yes, of course, at least when I have thought Of me as “poet”—surely...

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 rhapsody of thrill. While lost in love for some young person’s hair, The writers...

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]...

Sovereignty

               Sovereignty Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Is it simply that people who philosophize think that people who produce, consume, or appreciate poetry (the philopoiêtai) have the wrong...

Philopoiêtai, Poetry Lovers from Time Immemorial

Philopoiêtai, Poetry Lovers from Time Immemorial “Plato’s Symposium shows how Plato deploys dramatic irony to undermine the philopoiêtai’s use of poetry. Elizabeth Belfiore (“Poets and the Symposium”) argues that the dialogue’s first five symposiasts, in their poetic...

Nietzsche vs. Plato

       Nietzsche vs. Plato Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Nietzsche said that Plato was “the greatest enemy of art Europe has yet produced.” This Plato spoke in imagery so far Removed from Heidegger...

Brain Matter or 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...

Cave versus Agora

      Cave versus Agora That Plato thug looms; just pathetic, though, Pretending that he’s thinking straight about Ideals.  He doesn’t have a clue.  The glow Of solitary thought, that drought, Is all he cares to focus on.  Supreme And dictatorial his brain but in A...

An Ancient Greek Trinity

   An Ancient Greek Trinity In Athens Love was placed in honor by Athena.  There beside chaste wisdom, love Was set up on a plinth.  The Greeks placed high In their gymnasia that god above Their bodies practicing for ideal power. Accompanying love there in that place...

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...

Simian Wound to Greece

Simian Wound to Greece “The new Greek king, Alexander, … was out walking his wolfhound, Fritz … and the dog was attacked by a tame Spanish monkey.  While trying to release the monkey from Fritz’s teeth, the king was attacked by its mate and severely bitten...

The Little Prince Who Grew

The Little Prince Who Grew   Like me he grew up slim and sturdy, blond As Greece or Florida in sun. He crawled And stood up.  Women around us were fond Of gold smiles, Philip and Phillip.  They mauled Us with their cuddling kisses.  We were fine, Right through it all,...

Arcachon, Summer, 1923, White-Blond Hair

Arcachon, Summer, 1923,        White-Blond Hair “quite too adorable for words, a perfect pet, so grown  up & speaks quite a lot & uses grand phrases.  He is the sturdiest little boy I have ever seen & I can’t say he is spoilt.’  ~ Louise, Queen of Sweden,...

What Comes from Having    a British Housekeeper

What Comes from Having    a British Housekeeper He, raised on Scottish  porridge in the land Of ancient Greeks, on tapioca, rice, And other British blandness, grows a gland Enlarged enough that it can thrust and slice Its way to royal climax in a queen. That phyllo...

Even as an Actor in Macbeth

Even as an Actor in Macbeth Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He wore a white gold crown wherever he Was living, Denmark, Greece, and also here In Scotland and in England.  Like a spree Of happiness, he...

Queen Mary & the Governess:            Ho Hum Hussies The queen of England met the young Greek prince. She said he was quite nice and had blue eyes. Her Majesty flunked the test to evince The slightest insight.  That is no surprise. Queen Mary was just a bloody...

Battered Porphyry

      Battered Porphyry ‘The eldest girl, Ria, was in plaster up to her hips for four years as a result of a bad fall, and Hélène [Foufounis] later described how Philip would sit for long periods next to her [Ria’s] bed talking to her, refusing to be lured away by the...

 Sneakiness and Bravery

  Sneakiness and Bravery The prankish prince observed, but not too well. His friend and he had seen the Arabs ply Their Persian carpets on the beach.  To sell Some, Philip and Ianni had to shy Examples from the house and then both tried To hawk them door to door.  It...

More than Just Blue Eyes

More than Just Blue Eyes His family was as full of grief as most Extended ones, blue of flowers more Like purple though.  While on the Baltic coast With Alexandra sporting on the shore Perhaps he temporarily forgot Along with her King Alexander’s death. They played in...

Prince of Pigs

               Prince of Pigs ……………….. Who needs an enemy when kinfolk will Suffice?  Close kin are guaranteed the best Assassins of your character.  They spill The pigsty beans.  That’s one great litmus test Of families.  Princess...

The Foal Who Might Have Been an Untamed Stallion

The Foal Who Might Have Been an Untamed Stallion A prince was just a swimming boy once (Though destined for the polo course), but still A little lad like others . . . and no dunce About controlling nannies.  He was shrill In his refusal to be bossed around There on...

He Would NEVER Have Been that Mean

He Would NEVER Have Been that Mean What turns a selfish, show-off  boy to just Another henpecked husband?  Upside down This Philip always had a childish lust For getting quick attention like a clown By standing on his head when guests arrived. At Villa Georges the...

Mother’s Unhinged Love, Father’s Unrepentant Loves

Mother’s Unhinged Love, Father’s Unrepentant Loves A blond much raised without his parents through His early years may be quite different from A brown-haired boy whose blood is far less blue. Instead of royal meals he got a crumb Or two from palace tables.  Father had...

  Verlaine Agonistes

         Verlaine Agonistes    “for me Rimbaud is an ever-living reality, a sun        aflame within me, a sun that will not suffer eclipse”                  ~  Paul Verlaine long after Arthur’s death The Philistines bored out the strongman’s eyes With iron-cold...

Jeanette Black and White

Jeanette Black and White Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Her eyes cast down as if ashamed of style And beauty, she is captured. She is held Forever in the falseness.  All the while This image has...

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...

Seldom Pure and Never Simple: Fawlty Thoughts

 Seldom Pure and Never Simple:                Fawlty Thoughts There’s freedom in the speaking of the truth. I know we’re not supposed to think that such A thing exists.  It’s stylishly uncouth, Post-Modernism says, to use the crutch Of common sense.  Too many minds...

Actuality vs. Philosophy without Armpits

Actuality vs. Philosophy without Armpits Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem How troubling that some strangers from our past Are still alive. They keep on grasping throats And minds like zombies. Souls...

Recurring, Not Forgotten Florida

Recurring, Not Forgotten Florida Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The childhood cosmos that returns in dreams Is full of butter suns, smooth, yellow, bright. The light is not like melting candy creams...

What We Drink

      What We Drink Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Who wants thick wisdom first in poems? It Is ours for chewing in the pleasures of The scrolls of Plato, thinkers who permit The thought that pleasure...

Just Plato?

                         Just Plato? “But a man who has nothing more valuable than what he has composed or written, who has spent his time twisting words, sticking them together and pulling them apart is rightly called a poet or a speech writer or a maker of laws.” ~...