Universalist Units

Universalist Units

                          Universalist Units Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  If grains of sands     hold universes, then The cosmoses are grains of sand.  The sense Is clear, the logic locked, and so the...

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil

Mrs. Lindon and Beyond the Veil Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem    Fanny Brawne, later Mrs. Lindon Avoiding ghost temptations to go through The curtain made of voile of silk between The living and the...

He Looks as Old as Hatred Now

He Looks as Old as Hatred Now Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “Alas, poor Yorick”  “instruments of darkness tell us truths” ~ Shakespeare, Macbeth He looks as old as hatred now.  This scene...

Exponential Nuance

                 Exponential Nuance Z = Z2 + C When meaning’s sense transforms from words like notes Do when they turn to melody with chords, The harmonies with rhyming rhythms, throats And instruments all blending widely towards That certainty which saints and...

Not Holy Enough my Bow

         Not Holy Enough my Bow He gave to me the end of this, a string Of gold.  I tried to make it endless, pure. His love of Heaven’s white hot God might sing Perfection.  Love like that, though, could not cure His sickness.  My affection also could Not heal...

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...

Painting as Sacred Seduction

     Painting as Sacred Seduction Lord Alfred Douglas would have loved to sit For Basil Howard.  Even more this lord Would certainly have forced his Wilde to quit The field of fever known as love and board The field of bankrupt slavery to pay The painter for the...

BruteBitchBastard

              BruteBitchBastard Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  “like murdered singing birds” Lord Alfred turned to singing something worse Than that monstrosity, that attic room Abomination.  He became...

“Tarry,” is Spring’s Command

     “Tarry,” is Spring’s Command Yet if we grieve, the spring that blossoms will Not come as wishes quick or slow will leap. The grief of spring will hasten just the spill Of cherry blossoms.  Spring will only creep Back when its universe returns again. Our grieving...

Autumn Wind

                   Autumn Wind   The autumn wind has never found its shapes. October sends it through the yellow leaves, The orange ones and the red ones.  Wind escapes, Not ceding any clue.  Each leaf receives A hint about the contours of the wind But does not...

“Almost Ludicrously Beautiful”

  “Almost Ludicrously Beautiful” “His looks were stunning – it is the only appropriate adjective.” ~ Leonard Woolf   “the handsomest young man in England” ~ W. B.Yeats   “He [Ganymede] was regarded as the most beautiful human on earth, male or female.” ~...

Advice for Living

                   Advice for Living Do life the way a worker honeybee Approaches living, but without the fault Of filling life without wild liberty. Stretch up.  Attend to life as if pole vault Maneuvers at their height were done without The flexing strength that...

Singing Travels Vast upon Past Waters

Singing Travels Vast upon Past Waters ~  for Wilma Whidden Sisson, soprano Grandiloquent the blossoms by her lawn Around the back werehidden from the eyes Of neighbors,   Petals have a brilliant brawn Of redness, orange of a wide surprise, Hibiscus of a cream-like...

Black and White Lambs

     Black and White Lambs Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem                Black And White Lambs by Pat Scrap on Pixabay If I were just a little lamb in spring, I think that I would want to be both...

Boy Soldiers, not Toy Soldiers

Boy Soldiers, not Toy Soldiers Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem    Wilfred Owen He’s cuter than the photo that they show So often, more a smiling kid and not A solemn soldier or a poet, no...

The Expression on the Face of Mankind

The Expression on the Face of Mankind The answers come, the ones we are not asked, Or not in wisdom, maybe in our heart Of mystic hearts, but not in books.  Those tasked With answering them watch intellect depart When they are prudent.  Wisdom in the waves Which...

Shakespeare the Non-dramatist

Shakespeare the Non-dramatist The people in his tragedies I know Are far too rich with metaphors piled on On top of one another, or the flow Of freshet torrents from all winter gone And raging over one rock cliff.  Too rich The language for an ordinary man Or woman—or...

The Wisest Words were Written Long after They Were Spoken

The Wisest Words were Written Long after They Were Spoken The wisest words are of the ages long Ago, so long that many people now Are not acquainted with their force.  A gong Is struck but sounds more like an echo.  Thou And thee are how most think of them, at best. A...

Wind and Water Cleave and Cleave

Wind and Water Cleave and Cleave Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem .. We know that wind is spirit life.  The wind Is God in symbol, and the angels, too, And demons, angels with God’s demons twinned....

The Ancient Evergreen Did Not Become a Buddha

The Ancient Evergreen Did Not Become a Buddha Hotoke to mo Narade uka uka Oi no matsu. The ancient pine-tree Not yet being wise Buddha Is idly dreaming. ~Issa An ancient redwood lived its slowest youth So long ago that nothing else recalls It.  Redwood mindlessness...

Who Cares about Mere Language?

Who Cares about Mere Language? “Every word was once a poem.”  ~  Ralph Waldo Emerson in “The Poet.” Greek graffitos put the letter V and the letter M on walls during Greece’s occupation by Nazis.  V = Vinceremo (we will win).  M = Mussolini Merde.  Any graffitos...

All’s Right with the World

All’s Right with the World Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem “Nature … in the very act of labouring as a machine is also sleeping as a picture.” Canon J. B. Mozely, University Lectures, sermon on...

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 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,...

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...

Love that is Love

      Love that is Love “Then his folly is Pure madness, but his wisdom a philosopher’s” From the Phaedrus of Alexis,                            In Athenaeus, Deipnosophistae A giant book about gastronomy And wisdom—if such stuff can be combined— Pretends to touch on...

Woodrow and Wilma Recalled in a Mystic Setting

Woodrow and Wilma Recalled in a Mystic Setting      “and scream among thy fellows” He walked at night inside a dream along The sands of Cape Canaveral, the shore    Woodrow is in the dungarees Beside his father’s boyhood.  A song Had touched it long ago, a song much...

With a Pretty Ding, Dong, Bell

With a Pretty Ding, Dong, Bell “This has a very pretty madrigalian ‘Ding, dong, bell’ ending.” ~ Emily Daymond, 77 At 15 Hubert tried his hand at straight Poetic madrigal, a Shakespeare song, In “Tell Me, Where is Fancy Bred?”  The gate Of fancy is our eyes and where...

Parts Song “Take, oh Take Those Lips Away”

                      Parts Song “Take, oh Take Those Lips Away” “(sung at the Eton College Concert)” ~ Emily Daymond Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn, And those eyes: the breake of day, Lights that do mislead the Morn; But my kisses bring...

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,...

A Tenor in the Choir

   A Tenor in the Choir His face is like a student I once taught; Not just the pupil’s eyes, the brightness, too, And humor in the face, with freckles fraught, A gratifying galaxy, a slew Of them across his cheeks, his brow, his nose. It seems as if each stipple...

    Each Autre

              Each Autre Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Four days apart their births and just a few Miles separating them, these two young men, Though geniuses, were destined not to screw Each other. ...

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones  

A Found Sonnet: Blue and Black Gemstones Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “I cannot accept this death.  It’s been some Years now since we’ve seen each other.  Rimbaud, Though (Arthur’s art and face),...

The Ultimate Chamber of Silent Adoration

The Ultimate Chamber of Silent Adoration Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem “When Robbie Ross died, […] he triumphed over both Bosie and Constance, by having his ashes interred in Oscar’s tomb.” ~...

Weakness Again and Again

 Weakness Again and Again The English chopped the neck of Charles One, And next they had a king not called a king, The Lord Protector. Soon they called the son Of Lopped Off Head to bring back royal bling Like orb and crown.  He failed to make an heir, Producing...

Highest Inheritance

         Highest Inheritance The losers who are punished by their loss And pain are purer than the victors who Get glory.  Christ upon his aching cross Is like his cousin John.  Their lives, askew Across imperial realities, Are massacred.  The Pharisees’ and scribes’,...

Too Good to be Academically True

Too Good to be Academically True “For several decades, some theorists have suggested that William Shakespeare placed his mark on the translated text of Psalm 46 that appears in the King James Bible, although many scholars view this as unlikely, stating that the...

The Second Great Discombobulation

The Second Great Discombobulation Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem Put on your robes. Ascension comes, is nigh. The final time of Judgment’s mighty power Is looming. Turn your eyes towards the sky....

Sweetness on the Desert Air

Sweetness on the Desert Air Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem If you retreated to provincial Kent, Were banished there from London’s buzz to rot Among the hops and bees where things are meant To be...

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...

A Seal Upon my Heart

A Seal Upon my Heart Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem My lingering rose, the lightish purple one, Has failed to open. It is still a bud In late November. Though the autumn sun Indulges it, the rose will...

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 Were...

Aunt Wilma’s Voice

          Aunt Wilma’s Voice Aunt Wilma’s voice had wings within it.  They Were all the species she had known on Cape Canaveral—and others.  The array Included hummingbirds, their whirring shape, The shimmer of the nightingale and lark. In church her...

Paternal Wisdom

          Paternal Wisdom “the Ionian sea is haunted by an error of love” ~ Fugitive Pieces, Anne Michaels A father leads his son, informs him of The purpose of a storm and clearer skies, And teaches what to hate and harshly love As in revenge the color of the eyes Of...

Each Autre

[Arthur Rimbaud and Oscar Wilde were born four days apart from each other.  They both died and are buried in France. Wilde arrived as a student at Oxford at the same time that Rimbaud was abandoning poetry and teaching French in the large house of his employer in...

Intact

               Intact If you should go before I do, I want One thing.  I want you quietly fulfilled With knowledge that I loved.  No need to haunt Yourself with this devotion:  it was spilled For life, for life.  Don’t take conviction to That petty kingdom of your...

Becoming: Waking Up in the Thwarted Rêve

Becoming:  Waking Up in the Thwarted Rêve …………………. …………..See the gif at https://imgur.com/gallery/c0yTUmw When Tennessee became my age, his brain Began to dream in color.  Up till then The...

Oh, Fill my Veins with Sap of Curs!

Oh, Fill my Veins with Sap of Curs! …..“and filleth with the blood of weeds” Oh, fill my veins with sap of curs!  Distend My arteries with basest urges.  Bloat My heart with commonest of strengths and send From it the humble lusts of ram and goat, Those fed on...

The Savagery of Human Hearts

The Savagery of Human Hearts The savagery of human hearts is best When violence is banned.  The pressure swells As in an autoclave when love is pressed. A pressure cooker squeezes charging cells Erupting from the vessels in our chests. Erythrocytes and leukocytes,...

Hills

                Hills I like that hills are taught by autumn how To mean and learn from leaves what orange warns. Hills take their definition from fall’s now And from its sharpened hoariness of horns. I like how hills are taught by castles, walls And forts what...

Father’s Voice

  Father’s Voice   I can’t remember what my father said Except when he was storytelling, or Declaiming poetry, or when his head Was full of politics or God. His store Of beauty came in tales, or ringing lines Of loveliness and joy, and plots he spun, And...

“The Most Beautiful Life in History”

“The Most Beautiful Life in History”                             (Oscar Wilde on the life of Paul Verlaine) Wilde’s entertaining Magdalen French did not Amuse Verlaine.  The fireworks of those words Were sparkling like champagne but they meant squat To Paul—or were as...

Repentance = Looking Backward

Repentance = Looking Backward You know how funny that it was in years Gone by when films on reels could be re-run Backwards?  An actress’s glycerine tears Could crawl back up into her eyes.  What fun! Ha Ha, funny, yes.  And yet . . . sometimes life Runs backwards,...

I Took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s Grave

I Took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s Grave I took Aunt Wilma to Lorena’s grave, But first we’d gone to Walmart where she chose A dark gardenia.  I became her slave. I paid the money, helped her to dispose Her fragile body in the Chevrolet, And drove her to...

Each Autre

[Arthur Rimbaud and Oscar Wilde were born four days apart from each other.  They both died and are buried in France. Wilde arrived as a student at Oxford at the same time that Rimbaud was abandoning poetry and teaching French in the large house of his employer in...

A Tabernacle Open

    A Tabernacle Open The green begins to rise through richness of The sunrise-reddish brown across the fields In Windsor.  Sparkling gems peak up above The corduroy earth.  This vista yields A beauty rivalling, surpassing Crown Jewels glistening.  Pheasants stand as...