Anthony Weir

Rookie (13th September 1941)

Anthony Weir Poems

81. Ek Stasis 5/6/2006
82. Culture Is The Vulture That Rips Apart The Heart 5/6/2006
83. St Valentine's Day Poem 5/6/2006
84. Here, Now In The Junkyard Of Reality 5/6/2006
85. As A Dream Of A Night Vision 5/6/2006
86. A Path In Lake Waters 5/6/2006
87. Touching Bottom 5/6/2006
88. The Misery Of Milk And Hitler In The Heart 5/7/2006
89. Mind 5/5/2006
90. God 5/5/2006
91. In Occultation 5/5/2006
92. Happiness Is Despair Having A Good Time 5/5/2006
93. Grand Style (True Story) 5/5/2006
94. Suppose Anything, Believe Nothing 5/5/2006
95. Midnight At The Crossroads Of Awareness 5/5/2006
96. Crinophily (Rue De La Petite Truanderie) 5/5/2006
97. Meat And My Mother 5/5/2006
98. The Beauty Of Perfection Is Impossible - But Anything Is Possible To The Imagination 5/5/2006
99. Television 6/8/2006
100. Doors Of Estrangement - A Song For The Ghost Of Jacques Brel 6/11/2006
101. A Mound Of Refuse 5/7/2006
102. Unhappiness Comes 5/5/2006
103. Tantra-Mantra 5/5/2006
104. The Great Attractor 5/5/2006
105. Deep Down 5/6/2006
106. Gertrude Stein 5/6/2006
107. Morceau De Napoléon ('Who Dares To Speak Of '98? ' 5/6/2006
108. The Graceful Dead 11/1/2006
109. Our 'Democracy' And 'Freedom Of Information' 11/2/2006
110. Hero 1/2/2007
111. Parade 5/15/2007
112. Days 9/17/2008
113. These Also 5/4/2006
114. Love...Wine...Enlightenment 5/5/2006
115. Falseness Close To Kin 5/7/2006
116. Illusions In Three Parts (Haiku Sequence) I 5/8/2006
117. The Car Of Jagernathi 5/21/2006
118. Thinking Without Language 5/22/2006
119. Soul Is What You Call My Pain 5/23/2006
120. Date With Death 5/23/2006

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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