Prescription Aforethought

Prescription Aforethought

       Prescription Aforethought Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  It is as if he is an injured pulse Inside a ghost, assuming that a ghost Is more than vacuum.  His veins convulse Despair.  He thinks he...

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...

Various Ways of Gauging

      Various Ways of Gauging Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  The stars and planets and the moon mislead Us. Lunar influences tend to be worst, Irrational at best.  The comets speed And glitter, each a...

Weird

                         Weird Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  How strange these bright orbs seem beneath the snow Of Florida.  The rarity should be The flakes heaped up on an orange van Gogh Might...

Men Live in a Maze of Muddles

       Men Live in a Maze of Muddles Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  You summon the light that rests on the brow, not reaching the mouth or the heart of man. ~ Lorca, “Ode to Salvador Dalí” (Oda a...

Do Not Be Silly about Dalí or French Alexandrines

Do Not Be Silly about Dalí or French Alexandrines no room for dream and its inexact flower ~ Lorca, “Ode to Salvador Dalí,” (Oda a Savador Dalí) We still have room for dreams as well as flowers. Uncertain blooms? They fail to exist, no Approximate lilies.  His signal...

Superbland

            Superbland Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  That so-called Superman is not so great. Never writes a sonnet sequence in Ten seconds (OR far fewer).  Second-rate He is.  At speeding-bullet...

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...

“Proud as the evening sky”

    “Proud as the evening sky” Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem  While fading on the breeze of thought from one Lost memory to yet another lost, From time before our sleeping, lost or won, A notion...

On First Looking into Ovid’s Metamorphoses

On First Looking into Ovid’s Metamorphoses For Adam Meister and Suyash Singh His hand was heart.  His heart was hand.  The hand Was heart and more.  This hand was soul and mind. He learned that there are more than Sabbaths, bland And filled with trifling things like...

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...

The Sun Sets Out Its Triumphs

     The Sun Sets Out Its Triumphs Modern poetry  modern verse contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The sun sets out across the coast.  The mist And sea entice it.  Morning sun is caught In haar and depths.  The noon-time’s...

The Wealth of Logic and of Knowledge

The Wealth of Logic and of Knowledge  For Brian who has a mathematical mind A wealthy heather robes the royal fields. That purple is presented wide and high On hills. They take the flowering as it wields Its majesty then upward to the sky As Thomas raised theology...

Migration and Transmigration

        Migration and Transmigration The thought of ancients not set down in words Cannot be weighed.  That they were like our own About the cleanest things is clear.  Those birds That wing their ways in autumn’s bluest zone Above the reach of men and weapons mean The...

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...

Lurking Darkness

Lurking Darkness Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem Who thinks of darknesses and shadows at The beach?   Its sand and sun compete to make It bright.  They neither want a finish matte Or dull.  The waves...

Unborn Worlds

          Unborn Worlds Our dreams unborn await us in the dark, The darkest and the deepest part of brain. Our dreams are not like honey.  They are stark Like lust and stinging venom.  They want stain And swelling to remain once they have left Us harmed.  A bee, or...

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  ...

Mastery

                   Mastery The first dream morning brought, on honeymoon To start his life together, he smiled, yawned, And stretched, and then he moved himself to spoon Against that back and hips.  It slowly dawned Inside his brain that he could grin and keep This...

Pensive Radiance

          Pensive Radiance A melancholy glory comes while light Begins to dim.  The sky and earth resume Another twilight, herald of a night Like brooding.  Far too glass-like to be gloom, The early evening glows like gentle glass Designed to spread the slightly...

Summer Dunces

             Summer Dunces Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem The ones who care for summer are the ones Who like to spend their time with stupid stuff Like going to the mindless beach.  If suns Sear...

The Final Scene

              The Final Scene Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem For younger ones warm death feels picturesque. Young men imagine Romeo inside Their ribs.  For young ones death is not grotesque But more...

Who Needs the Islamic State?

Who Needs the Islamic State?   Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Severed heads: The green and orange Elysia marginata sea slug is capable of decapitating itself when its body becomes infected with...

White Petals and Yellow Pollen

  White Petals and Yellow Pollen Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem This, then, the open face we wish that we Could see throughout the universe, the pure, The innocence are utter.  We would see These...

Moanasteries, More Like

             Moanasteries, More Like Most prayers are cramped things.  They are far too full Of names, though mostly just the one, your name. Prayers think that childishly their words may pull A loveless god (or God) to feel some shame For not observing our exactest...

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...

Holiness of Rationality

      Holiness of Rationality Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If we could ripen sleep to more than dreams And nightmares—visions verified by veiled Ezekiels, Isaiahs, or the beams Of truth from...

Wretchedness is a sacred thing. ~ Seneca

Wretchedness is a sacred thing. ~ Seneca We miss the point unless we see that pain Is holy to the Odyssey and to The Iliad.  The deepest holy vein That runs right through them is the shouting clue As loud as shrieking over loveless death. Too late to yell when...

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad

Would-be Dictator, a Reptile-like Surinam Toad The President begins to sip his tea. He holds the cup, not daintily. His firm Two fingers grip the handle. His decree Has just been tweeted. Those who start to squirm Are not considered. Gazing out beyond The roses in the...

Compassionless

        Compassionless The radiation that we think about Most often is bright light we see.  The moon And sun embrace each other as they shout Their opera duet, their brilliance strewn Across the nights and days of bowing we Have always done.  The stars have bit parts...

A Sheen of Strength

   A Sheen of Strength A sheen of strength more powerful than gold Shines svelte on outer surfaces of glass, A beauty far more powerful and old Than gilding.  Spreading out across the grass This April morning is an hour that brings Its joy to beast and plant alike.  A...

The Good Side of Death: Oracular Pre-echoing

The Good Side of Death: Oracular Pre-echoing The Delphic good to come from spring buds’ deaths Is roses’ resurrection from their stems. The early summer flowers take their breaths In May’s bright air. Their petticoats and hems Begin to spread for the summer heat. They...

Moving towards Painted Velvet Perfumes

      Moving towards Painted Velvet Perfumes The spring of white and pink is almost past. The yellows disappeared as well.  Now cream And purples, pale and dark, have come at last. The heats of summer’s green, green, green now seem As far away as perfect charity, As...

Croydon

               Croydon Forget undending prairie miles, as wide As oceans in a calm, the planes of sand Outback and in Nevada where no tide Has risen for an eon. Measure strand On strand of breakfast tables set with oats And salt. Remember though the other flats Of...

Subconscious

              Subconscious The deepest part of memory is a trench, The black of seabed wound.  The strangest part Is not the darkness or the tides that wrench The conscious mind.  No.  Claws and teeth that smart The brain convulsively come up to bite Or tear at us in...

Night Brain

             Night Brain In dreams impossibilities are rife. A human haunts us with his eyes, both closed And open, both at once.  A faithful wife We left for fling and fun is there transposed To be our mother too.  The man who raped Us as a child is kindly in abuse...

Thorn- Żytkow

               Thorn- Żytkow The one who is the heavy star inside Gives gravity to hold together red Intensity.  His presence is implied Because the more amorphous one was fed By greed that made the weighty globe suck in The essence of the one in orbit with Him,...

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...

Prince of Silence

          Prince of Silence “FIREBALL HORROR AT THE PALACE”  ~ London Evening Standard, p. 1, February 9, 2016 He didn’t leave a note.  He didn’t tell A soul.  No whisper even from his death Was given as he left his private hell. The only message was the whooshing...

Romance

               Romance When I decide on suicide, I’ll eat The moon; no gassing of myself with hose Stretched from exhaust pipe to the driver’s seat (Through taped up window) so sleeping-pill nose Can snuff in all that carbon monoxide. I will not build a guillotine and...

Islamist Asphodels rewritten for J

            Islamist Asphodels    “inherit the desolate heritages” ~ Isaiah 49:8 Confused and nebulous like blossoms new To Hades, new to condemnation of Our purpose and our petals, now we view The world as if we never lived above This cavern underneath the ground of...

Islamist Asphodels

           Islamist Asphodels    “inherit the desolate heritages” ~ Isaiah 49:8 Confused and nebulous like blossoms new To Hades, new to condemnation of Our purpose and our petals, now we view The world as if we never lived above This cavern underneath the ground of...

The Sonnet of the Suicide Bombers

The Sonnet of the Suicide Bombers Those star-mouthed virgins, crescent-moon-like holes ………………… Lit up beneath their veils, are licking words From Allah’s book to slime across our poles The moment we are martyrs.  Softest curds...