Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Anthony Weir Poems

41. People Called Sioux - A Holocaust Poem 5/26/2006
42. Homo Nequam Frugi 5/27/2006
43. For Men Only? 5/27/2006
44. Tombs For The Living Are Erected By The Dead 5/28/2006
45. Time And Dog 5/28/2006
46. Ninety-Eight Percent 5/29/2006
47. Wake 5/30/2006
48. Maybe The Maggots 5/30/2006
49. War Against Circumcision 5/31/2006
50. Unrequited 6/1/2006
51. Evolutionary Thoughts 6/3/2006
52. Names & Numbers Games 6/4/2006
53. No Poetry After Auschwitz And Nagasaki 6/6/2006
54. Asperger Meets Alzheimer 6/7/2006
55. Television 6/8/2006
56. Doors Of Estrangement - A Song For The Ghost Of Jacques Brel 6/11/2006
57. Senility 6/15/2006
58. The Diogenes Museum 6/19/2006
59. Infinite Banality 6/21/2006
60. John Stuart Mill 7/4/2006
61. Living 7/5/2006
62. Mistake 7/6/2006
63. For Sale 7/15/2006
64. Understanding Möbius 8/14/2006
65. To America 8/15/2006
66. Cides 8/20/2006
67. Death Is The Second Coming 5/6/2006
68. Beached 5/6/2006
69. To Amnesty International 5/6/2006
70. I Am Open 5/6/2006
71. It Is Quite Difficult 5/6/2006
72. In Siena 5/6/2006
73. Ek Stasis 5/6/2006
74. Culture Is The Vulture That Rips Apart The Heart 5/6/2006
75. St Valentine's Day Poem 5/6/2006
76. Here, Now In The Junkyard Of Reality 5/6/2006
77. As A Dream Of A Night Vision 5/6/2006
78. A Path In Lake Waters 5/6/2006
79. Touching Bottom 5/6/2006
80. The Misery Of Milk And Hitler In The Heart 5/7/2006

Comments about Anthony Weir

  • Auban Saint-antonin (10/1/2012 6:13:00 AM)

    Some of these poems are mind-altering - and there are over 150 you can download free from this website!

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Best Poem of Anthony Weir

'The Scent Of These Armpits Is An Aroma Finer Than Prayer' (Walt Whitman)

I dreamed.
I woke in tenderness.
I dreamed of tenderness
as a ripe plum squirting
down my beard – tenderness
that turned to tide
which flowed through both of us
and in which we floated
through our cuddle-space
wherein our snug adhesion
the unseen ballet of our tongues
the breath shared by each other's lungs
were part of an epiphanic lace
of delicate and gorgeous things
that we in sacred, shared
humility presented to each other
as sweet kings –
and the smiling
exuberantly-bearded sun
was his
life-giving face.

Read the full of 'The Scent Of These Armpits Is An Aroma Finer Than Prayer' (Walt Whitman)

Lycandrophily

Like most werewolves I find very few
humans that I actually like.

Like most werewolves
I find only large quadrupeds and other
werewolves sexually attractive.

In front of the fire or out in the byre
we hug and caress and make slow,

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