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Parament

                         Parament Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The spirit world is not as spectral in It colors, in its mauves and oranges, pinks And greens as veils, so halo-like and thin Spread...

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...

Some Things Don’t Need Recollection

Some Things Don’t Need Recollection An old man takes his time to wrap around His sag of flesh the armor.  This care’s not Because he fears the fight or battle ground. It’s just because his joints are are stiff and fraught With aches.  One younger...

Inner, not Outer Rightness

   Inner, not Outer Rightness 12 Also the Levites which were the singers, all of them … , with their sons and their brethren, being arrayed in white linen, having cymbals and psalteries and harps, stood at the east end of the altar, and with them an hundred and...

Imagine Ignorance

                   Imagine Ignorance   Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem   Imagine being ignorant enough To fail to know the difference between The Fates and Furies, or between the buff Abderos and his...

Half a Thousand Years from Now

       Half a Thousand Years from Now Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “The harp that once through Tara’s halls” Messi and Neymar HUG Each Other After Argentina’s Win | Copa America...

Saints and Aztecs and David Koresh

Saints and Aztecs and David Koresh      David Koresh Priests don’t try to prove the soul’s existence. The faiths just preach it and presume that weak Minds everywhere will bow. The insistence Of all religions is that they can sneak This lie as truth the...

Throbbing Out Music in March

Throbbing Out Music in March Japanese Bush Warbler song ウグイス 鳴き声 信越の高原 7月上旬 野鳥4K 空屋根FILMS#1078 – Bing video Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem In winter in the bushes near the ground The uguisu...

Facebook, Twitter, TikTok …

   Facebook, Twitter, TikTok … When great Gods go, sly half-gods come.  They take The holy landscapes over for their needs. Christ disappears and in His stead a snake Comes dangling, offering shining huckster beads On tv screen or deep from cyberspace. They...

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima

Armpit and Genital Hair on the Masculine Anima Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The armpit hair of spirits is too dark For women.  Females do not like to think Of it or get a glance of it as stark As...

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...

Lunar Loneliness

          Lunar Loneliness   Don’t the Moon Look Lonesome? ~ Sonny Rollins The moon has been too visited by rocks, Celestial bodies and all sorts of bits And pieces from deep space.  Yet frequent shocks Of such communication are just hits Of loneliness, again,...

The Music for Saints’ Ears

   The Music for Saints’ Ears The snow is like two perfect music realms. It came in perfect purest notes as flakes All night and now the vision overwhelms. In dark it manifested white as lakes Turned first to ice, then covered with true white. High symphonies first...

Libation

                   Libation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Solutrean bison – By Museo de Altamira y D. Rodríguez, CC BY-SA 3.0 I sprinkled my best wine with dust from tombs, Presuming that...

Distant Hits

                   Distant Hits The writing of vague truths in sonnets to Those readers you will never know takes on An almost holy redolence.  You brew Up draughts of hormones and of nights long gone, And other steams of psychedelic drugs, And somewhere far away,...

Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly

Sonnets, Unruly and Ruly Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Perhaps he ought to be ashamed that, if You smell the bodies of his sonnets, you Will often get at least the slightest whiff Of rudeness,...

The Sonnet in Its Little Room

The Sonnet in Its Little Room The sonnet, much too like a tight cocoon, Encased inside its silk-like threads is far Too tiny and too strict but not immune To mystic grandeur.  It is not a czar Upon a dais seat raised up and vast Of gold, but more a derringer...

One Peony

                  One Peony One peony has blossomed late.  To hold Her globe of fragrance up in bravery Is what she wants.  Those petals would enfold The smiles of other pinks and there would be The others’ laughter, if she had her way. Alone she meets the sunshine,...

Reincarnation

                          Reincarnation The spirit wishes it could look back to Its body, not the rotted one, and see The firm young form with hair and holy blue Of Mary’s robe in clear young eyes still free Of intimations of their death.  The hair, The blond head...

The Point of Poetry and Song

   The Point of Poetry and Song Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem A poem or a song can be as fierce As knife points.  They are neutral, though, about The hole they make.  They care not whom they pierce...

The Point of Greens

         The Point of Greens Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem The scents are green in golf.  They are the green Of grass, and hope, and promise, and of rest. Perhaps they are the green of youth as seen...

Na + Cl

                   Na + Cl A purity, a silver white, desires To bond with yellow-greenish chlorine; salt Appears in crystals.  Far away from fires, The point of this affair adorns a vault In darkness in a cavern.  Blackness blanks It out.  A wish becomes a zeal that...

Knowing Men

         Knowing Men Behold, this was the iniquity of thy sister Sodom, pride, fulness of bread, and abundance of idleness was in her and in her daughters, neither did she strengthen the hand of the poor and needy. ~ Ezekiel 16:49 Both Sodom and Gomorrah, salt-lick...

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...

Radioactive Requiems

  Radioactive Requiems Grief, long and slow as radiation from The ancient rocks beneath us, does not fade. Instead it sends out pulses in a thrum Of rays reduced to an angstrom glissade Inside all protons dancing on the stage Expected to exist as long as stars. If...

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...

Watered Down Wine and Esthetics

Watered Down Wine and Esthetics “Gretchen Reydams-Shils (“Myth and Poetry in the Timaeus“) deals with Socrates’ puzzling remark that his description of an ideal state was like a painting.” ~ http://ndpr.nd.edu/news/plato-and-the-poets/ Socrates’...

True Love

             True Love                 For Charles Randall Stanfield   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I can never feel certain of any truth but from a clear perception of its Beauty.” ~ John Keats...

They Loved Sovereignty and Liberty Most

They Loved Sovereignty and Liberty Most “And the Lacedæmonians offer sacrifices to Love before they go to battle, thinking that safety and victory depend on the friendship and those who stand side by side in the battle array.  And the Cretans, in their line of battle,...

The Triune Potency

     The Triune Potency According to Penelope Murray, “Socrates . . . . says, ‘any story or poem . . . narrates things past, present or future’ ”.  ~ Plato on Poetry, 4 We want a poem that is full of now, And past, and future, full.  We want intense Severity of...

The Ion, the Phaedrus, the Republic

The Ion, the Phaedrus, the Republic When someone else is all mixed up, we tend To sneer at what they have to say, so why Not Plato?  Must we allow him to bend And contradict his arguments?  Is high Philosophy supposed to work like that? He has the voices in two...

The Big Exceptions

   The Big Exceptions The women move in caged in places both In life and plays.  In poetry they are Curtailed to Sappho and Corinna.  Troth Constricts Penelope.  It hems.  No spar To take her seas away, she sits at loom, Is trapped at night unpicking her trapped work,...

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]...

The Central Singularity

  The Central Singularity The blood of sadness is reality. The real stands far away from bloodless veins And not in shadows.  No duality As Zarathustra saw it swells or strains Inside the marrow of the universe. Inside its bones where quantum physics seethes The...

Melodies for Sonnets

      Melodies for Sonnets I searched the Web for melodies to sing A sonnet to, and YouTube offered four. Four measley tunes for sonnets! Here’s the thing: I reckon at the very least that more Than 40,000,000 sonnets will have been Composed since Petrarch tidied up...

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...

Wisdom or Wonder

          Wisdom or Wonder “…if Homer and the poets…had knowledge of the truth when they wrote, and could defend their words in conversation, they would deserve to be called lovers of wisdom.” ~ Penelope Murray, Plato on Poetry, 11 Put up your hand if you...

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...

Pigs Would Fly if Their Sties Were Noble

Pigs Would Fly if Their Sties Were Noble Poor Socrates.  He thought that if the young Were wrapped in images of beauty, they Would take good in and then could climb each rung Of rightness.  Lovelinesses would convey Them up and straight to healthiness of soul. Their...

Facebook, SnapChat, and the Death of the Gods

  Facebook, SnapChat, and     the Death of the Gods Despite his lovely ankles with their wings And all his manliness of shape in youth, Immortal youth, a terrible fact sings Across the myth of Hermes.  Here is truth: He’s dead now.  Pan was killed at Jesus’s birth...

Heavenly Messengers Come Down to the Cities of the Plain

  Heavenly Messengers Come Down to the Cities of the Plain The possibility of knowing them Intrigued the men of Sodom.  (Angels came To Sodom seldom.)  Why did God condemn These citizens to rained-from-heaven flame And brimstone?   Wouldn’t you have wanted to Acquaint...

The Address of the Soul

     The Address of the Soul Inside the skull is spirit’s home.  Soul Inhabits brain.  Protected by thick bone, The insubstantial essence floats.  A scroll Of hardened jellylike gray is its lone Account, its empire.  Spirit is a monk, The head its hermitage.  Soul has...

Patriarchs and Pussies

        Patriarchs and Pussies The wife of Lot did not look back to yearn For Sodom.  No.  She turned her back on Lot. The kind of man he was deserved to burn Along with all the others.  He had caught Himself out just the night before.  He chose To give his daughters...

Alpha

                      Alpha If glass contains a sound,  we cannot hear It.  We can cause a sound from it by force But torture chambers manage only queer Sounds, agonies, from humans, so of course The sounds we cause by breaking glass or with A wetted finger on a rim...

Epitaph on Epicurus’s Epiphenomenon: Wishful Non-Thinking

  Epitaph on Epicurus’s       Epiphenomenon: Wishful Non-Thinking The soul, if it exists at all, consists Of stuff we cannot register with tools Or natural senses.  If the mind resists The logic of thin physics, then new rules Must be developed, like a child who...

Calm Down, Gautama: the Escape is Eternal

   Calm Down, Gautama:     the Escape is Eternal I fabricate myself a Soul.  It needs Much less than what religions would impose. This Soul of mine is limited.  It heeds My own creation, not the rows and rows Of rules that random deities require. Instead it recognizes...

Everlasting Godfire

Everlasting Godfire I wish that God had killed the angels whom He sent to Sodom and Gomorrah, not The men–the husbands, fathers, sons in bloom Of youthful beauty, bachelors with hot Prospects–and not the women, children, mules, And donkeys, braying in the...

Preserved Passionate Regret in Zoar: Eve Purified

Preserved Passionate Regret in Zoar:  Eve Purified How beautiful the angels are is shown By Lot’s wife.  She had reached the safety of The town of Zoar.  Angels then had flown Away to angel places, realms of love, When God rained down the brimstone, fire, and death...

Anticipation of the Angels

Anticipation of the Angels Anticipation of the angels in Our lives is like transparent gold.  We seek The glow of beauty and the flame of sin With them, a flame as powerful and weak As that from candles.  We desire yellow Heat beaming from angelic shapes, but blue...

Consoling Thought

    Consoling Thought Forget the soul.  Inhabitants of you And me are actually our blood and bones, The bones that make our blood and strength, the true Red blood that bathes our brains and carries moans From it to lung and throat.  Our hidden parts Are our essential...

It’s Good We Have No Soul Inside Us

It’s Good We Have No Soul Inside Us It’s good we have no soul inside us.  What A crowd there’d be if it were otherwise. Each capillary has a megawatt Of passion in its tiny tunnel.  Cries Of pumping silence pulse along our veins– And arteries...

Heavenly Messengers Come Down to the Cities of the Plain

        Heavenly Messengers Come       Down to the Cities of the Plain The possibility of knowing them Intrigued the men of Sodom.  (Angels came To Sodom seldom.)  Why did God condemn These citizens to rained-from-heaven flame And brimstone?   Wouldn’t you have wanted...

Melodies for Sonnets

Melodies for Sonnets I searched the Web for melodies to singA sonnet to, and YouTube offered four.Four measley tunes for sonnets! Here’s the thing:I reckon at the very least that moreThan 40,000,000 sonnets will have beenComposed since Petrarch tidied up the formAnd...

A Plea from Sodom and Gomorrah

A Plea from Sodom and Gomorrah Please return to pain and bruising, not scars With numbness in the tissue.  Trauma gives A certainty at least.  Those dense armoires Of pale cicatrice commemoratives Might be, you think, better than current harms That sting, then ache,...