Erasmos in Tarsus   Leave a comment

Erasmos landed in Tarsus today.

Grunny Grant, his sidekick, moored the longship.

Erewhig, the Minister, asked John to play

Jesus, the lead, in the pageant.  Key grip

Sesama, the wife of Caan, was singing

While Little Lord Mayor O’Malley put

Melville in a box (upstanding, wearing

A Hat and drinking Starbucks in a Nut).

Bald, intense Operator Tolly Ward

Joined Ismael in a whale hunt (intense),

Ignorant of the secret, hidden chord.

Night comes on, very long, and with silence.

  Escaped architect Evan Grieg remains

  Marked by the ashes of old Jesus chains.

Posted April 17, 2026 by phringo in Uncategorized

Connections Poem 1033   Leave a comment

Archers are muscular, to the extent

That balm measures efficiency and blue

Is gloomy in the summertime, or Lent.

Cream is balm to the dark—blue, minus hue.

Moses, go down with Ed, fish for ointment,

Or paste.  What Wordsworth said about Springtime—

Goats and lambs (more or less), born heavensent,

Bounding to the tabor’s sound,* Nature’s rhyme.

Low on Zodiacal tree, the symbols

Run slack over Rams and Jacks, who bear yokes,

While the high rabbit rips as he rumbles.

Rub dragon’s egg, shred thimble, tell no jokes.

  This is the Second Coming, Noon Darkness.

  Blue without hue, we hear cries of madness.

*Wordsworth, Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of early Childhood

Posted April 13, 2026 by phringo in Uncategorized

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The Work-end Progress   Leave a comment

The Work-end Progress

Well you know (or don’t you, Ken?), I told you

Every telling’s the tale and that’s the he

And the she of it.  From the book that grew

Our of Work in Progress.  You have the key—

Given, along the way, as loved at last

Along the riverrun, past George Martin,

From nerve of ghost to end of May; the cast

Of Mary Martin’s play got their start in

Howard’s End (or was it Howard’s Inn?).  Tim

Finnegan lived and walked the streets with a

Beautiful brogue and a wife named Anna

Livia Plurabella.  We see him

  As “Everybody,” Alp as “All Women”

  And Shemus as the joker who loves them.

Posted March 10, 2026 by phringo in Uncategorized

Captain Hook Connections   Leave a comment

Captain Hook knew that the bear was running—

Even as the sun rose, busting through clouds.

And then Bear blew Peter to Cameroon.

Wendy Darling found a Cockatiel

Named Jason (they made lemonade out loud).

Our best pastries are made with lemon-peel,

While the worst are our fluffy macaroons.

What made us stand for Miss Rachel Gunning?

It was the silver sparrow of Stuttgart,

Miracle bird, smaller than a swallow,

A holy ghost of Musical Fine Art.

Hearing whistles in coal mines, we wallow

  In mysterious misery…. Thunder,

  In words read, turkey in stomach: Wonder.

Posted December 4, 2025 by phringo in Uncategorized

Mercenary Ecumenicals   Leave a comment

Mercenary Ecumenicals and

Numinary Wardens have inspired lost

Emperors to engage distinct yet bland

Professors, regardless of moral cost.

With Righteous indignation, Teddy’s Ex

Widens the Religious invitations

To exclude Women, Rectors, and Insects.

Meanwhile, Teddy faces extradition.

Making Energy a naked whim, Hans

Imagines Lilith’s Eden.  Teddy earns

A dramatic dream, yet, and does it sans

Effort, entering facile love that burns.

  Prefer to scan the digital remains?

  Get up and look, while Professors explain.

Posted September 8, 2025 by phringo in Uncategorized

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Pride of Pillowcase   Leave a comment

Following the advice of the early

Somnambulists, I scooted to the store

To buy groceries and venom, while Hurley

And Governor Lynch regarded the door.

Samples of aerodisiacs swam through

The Air, like Temple Ionics in Spring,

Or the Boss Porous Estate, made anew,

During the Pride of Rebellion, in Ming.

Adroitly, I pillowcased the Pony

I had borrowed that morning from Oskar.

He owed me for the time he was stony

(And I drove him to Winslet in Bob’s car).

  When Bread Heyliger became Manager,

  Tosca laymen withheld the dowager.

Posted September 8, 2025 by phringo in Poems

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August 2025   Leave a comment

FBI leaders are exemplary

Department skills are functional for men

Of Mice and Fear in the contemporary

Justice, which is vindictive, very mean.

 

Michael was a good friend, sure he was forced;

Feinberg is his name and he was pushed to

Resignation as a function of worst

Letters sent to Abraham from Jesu.

 

Made a mountain of a more hail fancy

By a stupid President, his Project.

Bongino bastard, beyond buoyancy—

Eroded and corroded intellect.

 

  Awarding the most corrupt with Prizes:

  Personality tests and surprises.

 

Posted August 19, 2025 by phringo in Poems

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Lines inspired by James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake   Leave a comment

Kloster of the Dunedain was raised in

Yeomansland, near Carthage, during the

Lefanunian Resistance War. Thin

Izolde waited at home—Penelopia.

Angoisse turtles (from the Maine Land) captured

Tytonyhands of Drischool, and murdered

Vlossyhair of Parkland. In the Rapture,

Presepeprosapia (a Word Nerd)

Was abducted from Finntown, taken to

Summerhill by lazy men in shirt sleeves.

Tomley Entecoperra fought the Crew,

Along with P. Shuter and Justice Jeeves.

  If this be error, and a pawn be moved,

  Einstein’s clever theory was never proved.

Posted June 22, 2025 by phringo in Uncategorized

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Source Clowns   Leave a comment

Two cannibals eat a clown for breakfast

Holidays come down to Family and Falls

Childhood was lonely, but didn’t last

When you’re a child, Time has no roof, no walls.

Correct me to the grammar of Control

Some splits are gruesome in the simplest terms

My father is an academic mole:

Where’s the Source Map? He asks the oldest worms.

Good story to tell Ibrahim O’Neill:

I see dramatists everywhere in Town!

The grammar of the scene seems so unreal

Clowns of god, in costume, work for the Crown.

  Cold, busted train-wheels sound like tuning forks;

  And a Solitude of Source gums the works.

Posted May 28, 2025 by phringo in Uncategorized

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Kingdom Lament   1 comment

All the contents are here contained
True Trash and Uncles, stained
Hairballs and a bog man of lead–
The Age of Weight is dead

Wilderness tips, into Loch Ness:
Landscapes of Death, Darkness;
Travelling with Barometer–
Exiting with Peter

Where tacos lament their boredom
And Roland spreads his mess,
Atrophy crumbles the Kingdom
Of short-lived Happiness.

Posted February 25, 2025 by phringo in Uncategorized