Look at His Eyes First

Look at His Eyes First

         Look at His Eyes First Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Try looking at the brother on the right, Far right.  What wisdom do you see in eyes Above his winsome smile?  A photo’s blight Is that it...

The Tidy Family Composition

              The Tidy Family Composition Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  We see him in his 1950s suit. Beside him sits the alien he wed; Her hairstyle would turn E.T. dumb and mute. Of course, this...

Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert

Recessional Marche Triumphale ~ Sigfrid Karg-Elert Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem  Throughout the chancel and the nave fall flowers In colors edged the space with petals, form And shape.  Despite the...

“while unending ages run”. . . and the Obscure Poet

“while unending ages run”. . . and the Obscure Poet Joshua 10:12-14 The printed program had those words within It from a hymn.  An irony was caused. The service was about as long as sin Has ruled the Church.  Apparently time paused. The service stretched and...

“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...

The World of their Father’s Purity

The World of their Father’s Purity   “The blue walls of the firmament, No cloud above, no earth below,— A universe of sky and snow!” ~ “Snow-bound” ~ John Greenleaf Whittier His family fled Chicago storms of snow And settled on a cape of...

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...

Grotesqueries

        Grotesqueries   Military Cross given to Siegfried Sassoon for his “conspicuous gallantry during a raid on the enemy’s trenches.”   Imagining the worst might happen, Brooke Writes out a letter to his mother who Is gung ho for the war.  His fears unhook...

Canaveral Olympic Sport

     Canaveral Olympic Sport           The Splashothrills In Response to Wordsworth and the Daffodils The brothers and the sisters set a race Of sorts.  They go out to the little dock And brace up on that sunlit wooden space, Banana River space.  Some lift up frock...

Dance Floor Wonder, Wow!

   Dance Floor Wonder, Wow! Canaveral in the 1920s stood For ultra boondocks-ness.  A band made up Of ukulele and a shiny wood Guitar and small accordion played up For tiny audiences in the hall. Still, people simply have to make do with The stuff to hand.  But then a...

Parthenogenesis Paternal

       Parthenogenesis Paternal If I were only Woodrow’s son, yes, just His son, not his and Helen’s, then my heart Would sing with dreams and poetry, gold dust Of life.  My mind would separate apart The pettishness of daily living from The mountain clouds of Florida...

The War Poet

        The War Poet “a rich nature … fighting eagerly towards the truth.”   “I have a rendezvous with death                   At some disputed barricade” ~ Alan Seeger Alan Seeger  Not all war poets are the same as Brooke. Not all are like a cabinet display Of...

Rupert Wanted Surrender

        Rupert Wanted Surrender  “Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate.    Love sells the proud heart’s citadel to fate.”~ Rupert Brooke Would women be as likely as a man To write such sentiments, to think of love As breaching walled in strength, as Æthelstan...

An Object Lesson for the Brevard County Church Elder

An Object Lesson for the Brevard County Church Elder Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He works beneath relentlessness of sun And sweat of air above him and around. It’s true that later clouds will form...

Grave Offering

           Grave Offering Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem He breaks the burst of blossoms off the tree, The spray of life in blooms, and hauls it to The back part of the car.  Cemetery Rows wait. He...

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...

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...

The Brief Gate into Ecstasy

     The Brief Gate into Ecstasy Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse  modern poem  contemporary poem He raised his hands and wrists to Christ and all The world was changed.  The evening worship paused As if no God existed.  I, like...

Woman

                 Woman You slip away in poems that you wrote, In songs composed, in paintings painted by Your lust and fingers.  You turn out the vote For candidate and then learn just how sly He was, or muster funding for the cause— And win—but then the circumstances...

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...

How Men Feel about Women

   How Men Feel about Women Modern poetry  modern verse  contemporary poetry  contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem We feel that they are hostesses.  That’s best. That’s how they are at best.  They have long hair (At best) but short will do.  We like the...

Orpheus and Male Reincarnation

Orpheus and Male Reincarnation When Orpheus decided that he craved Escape from women utterly and so Desired migration of his spirit saved From birth to any of them and to go Instead into the beauty of a cob, The poet did not try to fly away To some escape from further...

With Straight Gold Bars

    With Straight Gold Bars I sat beside my mother as the sale Was made, the purchase of The World Book Encyclopedia.   I loved the pale Cream, knobbled leatherette, the noble look Of deep maroon square placed on spine of each Restrained and heavy volume, glossy...

Deer-tongue

            Deer-tongue   The smell of deer-tongue came to me today From decades past.  I mean the fragrance of The dried out leaves, as dried out as the splay Of decades since my father taught us love, His sons, beneath the Florida sun, leaves That called up beauty...

Twinned

             Twinned They dig to make foundations for a steel And tall glass building, but then come upon Rock hardened claw prints and a dragon heel Bone.  Eons held in darkness of the dawn Of death (which we call life) rear up in stone- Made stillness.  We encounter...

Under the Florida Son

 Under the Florida Son On Wilson’s first Inaugural Day A “man” was born.  His father always called Him “Man.”  For instance, Archibald might say, “Go do your hunting, Man.”  Archie’d been galled To have so many females in his life, Was thrilled to have...

Antechambers

           Antechambers My father’s residence was memories As if a chambered nautilus turned back To find in older shapes a lustrous ease As snug in paradox, as neat in tack As any yacht that sails against the wind. He found his comfort in a smaller place When he, an...

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...

Woodrow Wilson Whidden, Senior

Woodrow Wilson Whidden, Senior My father did not smell of manly sweat. He smelled of loyalty.  He smelled of faith And dedication.  His idea of debt Was what he owed to family, wife, love, faith, And sons.  An elder in a tiny church, He sat behind the pastor; did not...

Wokingham and Venice (Petrarchan and English sonnets)

Wokingham and Venice (Petrarchan and English sonnets) In Wokingham where charming little red Brick houses decorated with cream stone Maintain the quintessential, modest tone Of English towns, a quiet A to Zed Of quaintest understatement, I just found A book about...

He Kept the Seventh-day Sabbath

He Kept the Seventh-day Sabbath My father, Woodrow, had a thing for goats. When on Canaveral as a boy his dream Was having them as pets.  Friends wanted boats, Or guns, or cars.  Young Woody didn’t deem These trinkets worth consideration.  Nope. He wanted kids, and...

Woodrow (born on Woodrow Wilson’s 1st Inaugural Day) with His Wife, and Wilma (Half Sister)—All Homestead Pioneers on the Cape Who Had Their Homes Taken Away from Them for Building the Space Center—Watches the Launch of Apollo 11

Woodrow (born on Woodrow Wilson’s 1st Inaugural Day) with His Wife, and Wilma (Half Sister)—All  Homestead Pioneers on the Cape Who Had Their Homes Taken Away from Them for Building the Space Center—Watches the Launch of Apollo 11 Woodrow on the far right of the group...

Cast White the Net

        Cast White the Net There’s nothing you can’t find there on the web Unless it’s innocence.  You type in “pure” And up comes pure cocaine and some celeb (A swinish, big tit party epicure) Who’s snorted far too many thrilling lines. You key in “innocent” and up...

Elegant Shyster Scams

   Elegant Shyster Scams The promises come shining on the screen In prophecies of perfect website charms As easy as the morals and the sheen Of lipstick on a whore.  But then the harms Come, shocks of jargon and refusal to Allow real progress in creation of The blog...

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...

Under the Florida Son

 Under the Florida Son Under the Florida Son On Wilson’s first Inaugural Day A “man” was born.  His father always called Him Man.  For instance, Archibald might say, “Go do your hunting, Man.”  Archie’d been galled To have so many females in his life, Was thrilled to...