Famished for the Infinite

Famished for the Infinite

           Famished for the Infinite Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  A blue so deep that night beside its dark Unconscious might begrudge its lack of light, Soaks up the eye and helps it see the stark...

The Ancient Gods in Perfect Geometric Shapes

The Ancient Gods in Perfect Geometric Shapes Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The skyward gods (like levitating shapes Of gold) float flawless, utter in the air, The ether, far above their crimes and...

The Young Soldier with a “Whimsical Stammer”

The Young Soldier with a “Whimsical Stammer” “Good-bye to all music for ever,” wrote The poet, Siegfried.  This was how his friend, His fellow officer and friend, caused throat In Siegfried, Heldentenor-like, to bend Towards tears because of the piano played By...

Messy Splendor

Messy Splendor; or, Splendor in the Weeds Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Jacques Raverat said that Rupert Brooke clothed himself “in a dishevelled style that showed off his beauty very...

Brighter in Echo than Gold

     Brighter in Echo than Gold Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The richness of the farmhouse is its fields Of rippled wheat or roaring yellow rape. The farmland opens up its yellow yields In turn and...

Rape, Shadows, Spring

    Rape,    Shadows,      Spring Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When rape blares out in shadowed parts of fields, The spring is past.  Rape glares in yellow swathes Across the farm.  All other...

Replacing Beauty with Glamor

         Replacing Beauty with Glamor Improvements are improvements and they’re not. The Silicon King Kongs hold us (Faye Ray) And from their heights they treat us all like snot. They say their next improvement will be way, Way better but like love of beastly Kong, It...

The 1960s weren’t exactly right

Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The 1960s weren’t exactly right For stars who touched each other in the way That audiences hated.  Lovers might Endeavor to keep journalists at bay, But Robert Benevides...

Barbaric Yawp

                  Barbaric Yawp His “poetry” is not so much a thing Of barbarism as it is bad Greek Or Roman oratory.  In its ring It has the sound of bombast.  No, not sleek, But more like overstated prose tricked out As verse on pages.  Rhetoric high-flown Quite...

Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems

Japanese and Chinese Poets Imagined Frogs Performing Poems Te wo tsuite  uta mōshiaguru  kawazu hana   Placing his hands on Mud, the frog respectfully Recites his poem. ~ Sōkan Those poets speak of frogs producing lines Of poetry.  Such poets of the pond Gulp forth...

The Range of American Letters Including e e cummings

The Range of American Letters Including e e cummings The English language in the farther west Can be as harsh as sneering Ambrose Bierce Or roaring Robinson Jeffers.  The zest Appears in Marquis’s tomcat Bill, fierce Beside Mehitabel and Archie.  Calm Was English in...

Invisible Music Made Opaque

          Invisible Music Made Opaque The rain falls down as if in chords, as if A symphony in quietness, playing on The quietest of instruments as stiff As thin percussion ones with brushes drawn Across them, metal brushes on a drum. The only notes we hear as notes...

iOvid

               iOvid Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem What Ovid did two thousand years ago, The World Wide Web has lately caught up with. He did it many, many times.  The slow Web has, at last,...

The Opposite of Rape

       The Opposite of Rape Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A mountain turns and sticks it peak, hard, down, And burrows in the ground.  The action brings No glow like lava.  It does not even bring a...

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists

Forget About Your Duties, Journalists Not everything must be about the spiked Coronavirus.  Tell the media And they would laugh.  You see that they are dyked Up, blocked bowels.  Encyclopedia Materials imply ten thousand things That could be focused on instead, but,...

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...

Sexual Torture

                Sexual Torture The phrase in Japanese “comes smelling out” Becomes just “wafted.”  What a letdown such Attempts result in, only a Girl Scout Translation.  Poetry deploys a crutch When being forced across from foreign tongue To foreign tongue.  When...

Virginal

               Virginal In dusk of night the moon begins to rise. Enough of it invades the garden with The light the peony desires.  The wise One there succumbs to Oriental myth And spreads white petals even further to Embrace the gift the heavens offer. White Adheres...

Enthralling Hair

            Enthralling Hair His lust goes blunt and sharp at once.  It shoves Itself like cudgel and like blade.  The club Is made of iron that feels like rusty gloves Created to assault for utmost drub Of body parts.  Deep bruising is its goal. An urgency for trauma...

Titusville Spelled KKK

         Titusville Spelled KKK “There’s no place like home.” If I were given Judy Garland’s shoes, I wouldn’t click their ruby heels to go To childhood Titusville.  I wouldn’t choose The 1950s there where time was slow As Playalinda tides that inched up on The palest...

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...

Reeking Champ; and, Raving for the Ravers—Paired Sonnets

         Reeking Champ Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “Achilles exists only through Homer.” ~ François-René de Chateaubriand in his preface to Les Natchez, 1826 “Achilles was a heel.”  ~ Lapel badge...

Feline Thoughts on Pedigree

Feline Thoughts on Pedigree The English, as usual not nonplussed By foreign aristocracy, impressed No, not at all by noble, upper crust, Unbishoped Talleyrand, were not hard pressed To sneer at Duc de Biron.  After all, Detesting frog and wog, Brits would snigger At...

Jerusalem

           Jerusalem His face is mild, as mild as Elgar chords Set down on paper, or a late June day In Gloucestershire, as mild as sleeping lords In Parliament.  His young beard’s a display Of masculinity, or maybe just A statement of his academic bent....

Death Defied in the British Library

Death Defied in the British Library I sit across from Wayne, but decades on And much improved.  Not only young again, But cuter nose, and lips more cushion drawn, More velvet-shaped—too lovely, these, to deign To pray or sing a Sabbath verse.  The hair Is lovely,...

Haydn

                 Haydn Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poem does not need to be about Emotions, yours or anyone’s. Instead A sonnet may avoid a tear or shout. Indeed the lines could be about your...

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats

The Bones of Orpheus, the Hair of Keats Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we collected poets’ body parts And put them in glass cases, would the world Adore them there like saints? Pickled hearts Of...

Remember, Remember Not

Remember, Remember Not Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Pause. Think of all the beauty lost in time, The beauties are hidden in the loss of days We never think of, beauties lost by crime, Like...

Nude in the Gymnasium, Dressed in Modesty at Home

Nude in the Gymnasium, Dressed in Modesty at Home “For the ancients, poetry socialized people; for the moderns, it reflects or promotes alienation.” ~ Michael Schmidt, The First Poets, 10 The ancient poets, epic poets, taught Their boys to find the maleness meant for...

Rapping in Ancient Greece

Rapping in Ancient Greece If only rappers spoke in ancient Greek, We wouldn’t have abominable rhymes A mile a minute, everything too sleek And slick and sick, full of sexual crimes. If only rappers spoke an ancient tongue In which the notion of rhyme, rhyme, rhyme,...

Besides, I’m the Foreigner

[This is about one of the guards at the entrance to the Rare Books and Music Reading Room.]   Besides, I’m the Foreigner I like him for his gentle, almost sly Smile, nearly shy, but, no, not quite.  A smile That’s mostly in the lips but in the eye Is boosted on a face...

Somnolent Spirituality

          Somnolent Spirituality Schools closed at noon.  The libraries have stopped Their service early.  Government has shut Its doors.  The spiritual who can have lopped The hours they have to work to help with what Has been imposed on them by sacred word. They...

Charles Randall Stanfield

     Charles Randall Stanfield He made the sound that stars make, rushing through The sky, my sky at least, that one inside My chest.  My ribs contain celestial blue, That wounded blue that’s made when stars collide (Just two of them) when crashing there within My...

Emptiness

     Emptiness The streets are empty in the morning when The norm is bustling crowds.  No one insists On hogging pavement space.  The Muslim pen Has seen its gates all closed with Koran fists. There’s no one up, around.  Not even school Kids drag their feet along. ...