Joseph D E Phillips

Said the old woman
while holding
her lover's hand
...

It's almost midnight.
Please don't pine
as clock hand finds
one one five nine.
...

the gray cloud of the gray world
will grab you
make you sad
...

Her feathers are her pride
And skin her feathers hide,
Her skin so pale and pink and frail,
She suffers deep inside.
...

Be still, loves, be still!

Find the happy medium
that path to enlightenment
...

I spent twelve hours in the factory
to put heat in the house
and pay for the house
and put food on my family's table
...

It is not a cat.
Do not stand quietly
waiting for it to come.
...

Your lips stole my breath
the first time they touched
and not even death
could scare me so much
...

All that I create...
All that I am
and all that I become
will die with the stars
...

We went to schools
   to learn to be tools
of billionaire fools
   with nice big pools.
...

Bitter-Sweet Sorrow,
fill my waking eyes open
open
get up, my sheets of sweat,
...

The shepherds are watching.
The sheep sleep deeply.
The night grows silent.
The steeple is tall.
...

"I'm agin' it! "
spats the preacher
on the red, red carpet
his face red as a cherry.
...

My America is an idea.
Many nations will fall and rise
but as long as ideas live
my America will never die.
...

As clouds broke down
the sun reached in
and warmed my bones
and baked my skin.
...

Sphere
Sphere of blackness draws everything closer.
Even light itself cannot escape.
Time stops within.
...

The tree is wise and old.
Its leaves are rustling softly.
A voice is weeping awfully,
why have you grown so cold?
...

Snow blows softly
this way and that
across the concrete
...

Run, Time,
run — faster than the
wind — hotter than the
sun — more dangerous than
...

My love for you, my dear, is like this leaf:
it changes, never stopping, dear,
it flourishes then, dropping, dies
but never truly dies for it still is!
...