Antelope Canyon, Valentine Cavern

Antelope Canyon, Valentine Cavern

     Antelope Canyon, Valentine Cavern Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The caves of love, romantic love, each old Like stone they carve through, wait inside the chests Of boys and men.  Each curving...

“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...

All Muddled Up as if a Nightmare, Us

All Muddled Up as if a Nightmare, Us Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  In dreamland you returned to me from death. Because our dreams are strange, strange, strange without Compassion, colorless as Arctic...

Mass Loaded Vinyl Cage

                   Mass Loaded Vinyl Cage Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem          He sings, a member in the burning rungs Of seraphim stacked high around the throne Of passion.  Fizzing, flaming,...

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...

Petrified Voices in the Verses

       Petrified Voices in the Verses Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The older voices call in me.  The smell Of marble mined for sculptures, dust of stone Is in the words.  White bearded throats compel...

Compostela or Knock — Wherever

    Compostela or Knock — Wherever Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The saints are dressed in all their silks and gems As never in their holy lives before Their martyrdoms or whatever.  The hems Below...

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...

 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...

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...

Hollywood, Bally-wood, Female Smally-wood, Schmallywood

Hollywood, Bally-wood, Female Smally-wood, Schmallywood Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  While feeling slightly nauseated with The imagery around him in the scenes And songs, with all the Hollywood blonde...

Thrills and Swoon Romantic Novels

Thrills and Swoon Romantic Novels Your fantasy reaches as far as your hands ~ Lorca, “Oda a Salvador Dalí” (Ode to Salvador Dalí)   The prophet is a poet.  His experience is one known to the poets. What the poets know as poetic inspiration, the prophets call divine...

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...

Argument from Design

       Argument from Design   A line of spider’s thread Cuts across the lily scene, Highjacking the flower. ~ Sujū (Englished by Phillip Whidden) A single thread of spider web across The scene displaces lily as the sight To see.  The steel-like silk is ghostly floss...

The Pink of Gentle Hermione and White of John Paul II

The Pink of Gentle Hermione and White of John Paul II Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem                                      The lodger pauses, as he leaves, to gaze At blossoms in the border at the front —...

The First and Usually Unspoken Rule of Great Writing

The First and Usually Unspoken Rule of Great Writing Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The greatest rule of writing is to tell A truth, the truth if possible, within The scope of lines set out, to sound...

Gargoyles

Gargoyles Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The gargoyles were created to display Some truth and not to ward off evil things. Perhaps grotesques were fashioned to betray The evils of the Church, the...

I Canali, un Pranzo, il Arsenale

        I Canali, un Pranzo, il Arsenale Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The Romans, Japanese and Greeks once had A reverence, religious in a calm Way, quiet, for the clockwork things, the sad (The...

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...

Masculine Self-reliance ~ Know Thyself

Masculine Self-reliance ~ Know Thyself Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The fact we do not think about when, BANG, The climax happens (male) or comes and comes And comes if in the woman, when nerves clang...

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...

Pastel Death

                Pastel Death The petals, lavender and pink and white, Have fallen, fallen on each other, by Each other, making little heaps here slight And heaps there slighter, as they fell to die Beneath the living bushes and the flowers Alive above these ones. ...

Buirdly

                       Buirdly Pitlochry was the nexus of the soul, Religions’ soul, when Stephenson was young. He might have been a Hindu in his role Of savant.  There he spoke with seer’s tongue Upon the village street.  He saw a man Mistreating his puir dog and...

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...

Detonation with Shadows

     Detonation with Shadows Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When love explodes inside the chest it turns The organs in the ribcage into blast. The heart becomes atomic as it spurns Control.  The decent...

Rather

                            Rather   Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Imagine that I wrote five trillion times In Latin, or in Sanskrit, or in Greek Of Sappho, or in Shakespeare’s sonnet rhymes, In...

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...

There’s Nothing Quite like Love

    There’s Nothing Quite like Love There’s nowt like love.  Its sanctimony fills A man as if he never knew a truth As banging as its spurting semen thrills. Its sanctity rings holy and uncouth Like Lucifer when he first understood The shudder of his sin...

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...

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. ...

Nursing Nutrition on Your Knees

   Nursing Nutrition on Your Knees Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  When humans scold you, turn to flowers and vines. Combine them.  Morning glories are ideal As therapy or zazen.  Blooms are mines For...

Heart Disease

                   Heart Disease Men think to use gold, trivialities, To turn their superstitions, nonsense of Their so-called thought, to firm realities. They pile up symbols of agape love, Like golden crucifixes, golden rings And gilded crosses all around a snap Of...

Autumn and the Spanish Steps

          Autumn and the Spanish Steps   Though waiting for the wind so long, the leaves Know patience, or at least they know no dread. The autumn wind is patient, too, perceives Their stoicism wearing orange and red, October yellow even, brighter in Their bravery. ...

Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois

Verlaine, Rimbaud, Lucien Létinois Verlaine’s emotions are too distant, far Removed and cleft from violets of verse He filled French veins with, each line a devoir Of sorrow, since his feelings were as terse As AK-47 rounds.  His lines Were written out like blade...

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...

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...

Shunning

                         Shunning Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He could have broken off the rose, its pinks And petals.  Hands veered past.  Perhaps he saw The curvatures as sacred, or the winks...

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...

Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn

          Archangels in the Moon Garden on Christmas Morn     The flowers in whitest rows set forth their white Perfume beside the Great Rift Valley on The day that Christ was born.  A rose’s might Is all that they can muster in this dawn Of Kenya.  That is strong...

The Spirit of the Peony is Spring

   The Spirit of the Peony is Spring The spirit of the peony is spring. The summer finds itself inside the rose. In May the petals, red and pink, both sing A colored fugue in fragrant ratios. The garden birds have gathered.  Great tits leap As through the grandest...

The Last Rose of Summer Not Alone

   The Last Rose of Summer Not Alone Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Joan Sutherland – “Last Rose of Summer” (1963) – YouTube  [Turn down the volume on this old recording or...

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...

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...

Moving, Moving, Still

              Moving, Moving, Still The pilgrims on their way to Lourdes are just Like entomologists that chase fey things, Except the nets do capture perfect dust In patterned beauty on the wanton wings Symmetrical in color and in shape, Those doomed realities.  The...

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...

The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds

The Flowers Dream of Hummingbirds Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem When butterflies fan wings while on a stone, They do not dream, or if they do, they fail To dream of us, our sadness when alone Or, more,...

Manfred

                                   Manfred Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The Byron thing is what unthinking minds Presume is the Romantic core, that rot. The self, whatever that is, veils and blindstt...

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,...

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...

Nocturne

                            Nocturne Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem …………………….. ” Where joy and sadness are forgotten or Have never been, just there...

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...

No Conscience 

              No Conscience  June storms come lashing down on roses.  They Hold up as best they can like soldiers trapped By heavy friendly fire.  June rains betray The blossoms.  Pinkest petal strength is sapped. The perfect stems and leaves, though under fire As...

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. ...

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...

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  ...

The Weight of Time is Felt

      The Weight of Time is Felt Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Some times are felt as weight.  The Sabbath of The Jews or Christians settles on the soul    Sabbath Day Lake Like Florida’s humidity...

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...

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...

Inner Space Exploration

Inner Space Exploration Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A lover has a comet for each hand; Five  comets, finger comets with each touch. Each finger gives a hint more like a brand Waved near a part of...

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...

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...

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...

Petaled Appeal

                 Petaled Appeal Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem I send you all of me that bows, both built To last and doomed to fade, endure and fail, As flowers that have colors which will wilt, As...

Crossing Out Bars

           Crossing Out Bars Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Our love had never settled into notes Or melded into melodies.  The heat Grew high enough, but flaming seas burn boats Instead of making...

As Thermonuclear as Sodom

As Thermonuclear as Sodom Miraculously  clouds of that hot sort That swirled around us, you and me, embraced Us.  Arms like these do not allow retort. They hug as hot as those Elijah’s raced To heaven suffered.  Yet then unlike those Our clouds held us together all...

Romanticism

            Romanticism The truth is that romance is not romantic In being Polynesian, scented with Chanel,  Hermès, Yves . . . not necromantic, Not in the least unusual.  That myth That it’s romantic is stupendous in Its chutzpah.  What romantic really is Is more a...

Golden Tongue

        Golden Tongue Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Ancient mummies with golden tongues unearthed in Egypt – BBC News If I were buried with a tongue of gold, Would I still be a poet, or,...

He Wore his Royal Robes to Lead Out in Matins and Vespers

He Wore his Royal Robes to Lead Out in Matins and Vespers Some lines of verse by Robert King of France Sing, simply pious, from one thousand years Gone by.  We analyze them, though, askance Because his holiness had fatal fears Like flaming coals inside it.  He was so...

24-carat Dreamscape

24-carat Dreamscape Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When dining off gold plates, I think of you, Yes, not of Greek ambassadors around The tables of the Persian court.  Peru Might spring to mind where...

Prophecy from the Future

       Prophecy from the Future Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem You flew, the prophecy the future sent To me.  You levitated up above My present and my past.  My space/time bent Around you.  This is...

Carving Out the Measure of Devotion

Carving Out the Measure of Devotion Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem You hardly know the truth of passion till You put it in the context of its doom. It seems as hot as sun spots or the spill Of lava...

Heterodox

                 Heterodox Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem When first he kissed, his name and family dis appeared, his father and his brothers van ished, and his mother and his aunties mis conceived...

Le crème

                 Le crème The mouth would speak.  The poem disappears. The heart desires to love.  Sweat fades away, Though.  Passion lasts for moments, not for years. He sits alone, Parisian café Amour around him where he used to sit With more than newsprint words. ...

Leave it Unnamed

      Leave it Unnamed It never is created by mere speech And silence cannot penetrate it.  Deep It always is.  It has a wounded reach Too often with a name, sometimes, in sleep But in the waking hours the names that come To it are shallow, like a shallow pond. No...

A True Love

                 A True Love Will you be tracing the scars on the fair Skin? (Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme…)  Will You rub limbs (herbals to cure)?  Black curls, hair, And strongness of nostrils—now you must spill Like blood the therapies.  Resurrection...

Vacuum Love

           Vacuum Love Because I cannot reach and touch you with My hand or lips, my love remains the gray Of ashes and of cancelled god-filled myth. Divinity is elsewhere like the spray Of neutered tomcats, visible only To queen cat noses.  It is that perfume That...

Marquise Memory

            Marquise Memory Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem A perfect diamond moment firm and bright In memory of the past shines glinting, brief, But faceted with purity.  A night, A single night...

But Perhaps Keats Understood It at His Best

But Perhaps Keats Understood It at His Best Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “The Pure Present which so often aroused Goethe’s admiration in every product of the classical life and in sculpture...

Evening

                    Evening Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Your life is time.  This evening floats past time And lingers in eternity.  The light Of dusk means more.  It borders the sublime Because...

Love’s Lunge at Long Last

   Love’s Lunge at Long Last The moon in near remoteness, when compared With sun, and stars, and planets, makes its slow Fast way above us after being snared By gravity like weighty love below It, heft of earth’s devotion countless years Ago, four billion years ago...

Peony Piety

           Peony Piety Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A proper reverence for petals should Be kept, especially for pink and white Ones, peonies. Perhaps a veil-like hood Should be required for viewing...

The Creed of Unitarian Roses and Unitarian Wind

The Creed of Unitarian Roses and Unitarian Wind Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The roses move, though in their nature they Are stillness all, except in growth and death. They vary in their colors. ...

Gardener, Heal Thyself for the Sake of Devout Worship

Gardener, Heal Thyself for the Sake of Devout Worship Recovering from fever, he looks through His window.  Roses bloom in glory there But they are powerless to cure.  The view Should help at least, perhaps more than a prayer By priests to pagan goddesses of earth. Yet...

Embracing Dooms for His Regret

Embracing Dooms for His Regret The peonies’ white petals fallen on The garden ground instruct these two To part.  The period for their love has gone. Just one of them attempts a passage through The muted condemnation of the flowers. The other turns his face away and...