Poetry – Phil Cline

The Lefthander

October 24, 2020 by philcline in Poetry

I wrote this a while ago. For my generation, watching baseball brings back a time when there were not as many rules, not a lot of refinements, no shifts, no designated hitters, no endless stats. But there was still poetry on the diamond and glory, short-lived, but real. Left Hander In the center of grassy ball fields […]

A Birthday Poem

December 15, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

Thanks to all my Friends for your kind Birthday wishes. Thought I would share a trifle of a poem on aging. My gift to you. Out Beyond the City Limits Sign As the summer months cool, I take some time To stand in the shade of the overhang, And consider a ride. My Red Corvette Convertible Sits […]

Synapses and Ganglia

June 12, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

Wednesday’s poetry rendering Synapses and Ganglia What demon incarnation is this That strides back and forth Over the world, steps across oceans, Traverses mountains and continents, Tempts man with gifts, fears, anger, and rage, Persuades to lust and jealousy, To theft and fraud and mendacity, Who stands bestride the world Crowned in cruelty and brutality? […]

Wednesday Poetry Rendering

May 29, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

The Space Between by Phil Cline The space between is where life is, Where emotion is, where feeling Is, The space Between fists raised in furious rage, Held, poised, awaiting, Brutality’s rapture, And Poor arms pale, splayed Underneath. Weak, Inadequate. In that space Between. In that, time, no time, Before the hit Where Dread resides, […]

Reckless Kings

May 22, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

Nothingness to nothing, Returned my King. Reckless his good deeds, Legend his evil deeds, Augmented, layer by layer, atop Vaults too deep for excavation, among Rows of tombs, Subterranean Cellars, protected From jocund birds, raucous, Gossiping in the tree tops Amid mornings aborning. Returned my King, Nothingness to nothing. Vexed by bumps and bruises, Staggered […]

A little poem just for fun

March 4, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

Version One I think I see all I see, While comprehends my pup Those come and gone By nose more accurately. Version Two I think I see all I see while My pup knows by his nose Who comes and goes More accurately.

Ordered Time

March 4, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry / Uncategorized

Ordered time They tried to order Time dawn to dusk, Futile spreadsheets of manageable units, Denying its nature to slow, to speed To pause, to fly with thoughts, dreams, Friends met, enemies loathed, With pain and agony and anxiety, With pleasure, gaiety, With visions, prophecies, with Feckless Fraud found out. Ordered like railway ties Clacking […]

Poetry in the Public Square

January 18, 2019 by philcline in Blog / Cline on the Constitution / Literary Writings / Poetry / Public Interest / Uncategorized

Is poetry a public or private thing? One’s love of country could be deliciously stirred by the magic of poetry: “This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, …………. This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England . . .” Historically western poetry concerned itself with […]

He Credited Fear

December 8, 2018 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

At the window he credited Fear, Regretted his temper drive, And looked to gloomy vistas This morning again arrived. Secrets of giggly girls, Potent Innocence fails Divers of missing pearls Bartered from greasy nails. Christmas lights harken End, Heralded toys broken fine, Discarded in the snowy mud Cheered by crows atop a line. Don’t hurry […]

Where Boys Walk

December 8, 2018 by philcline in Blog / Literary Writings / Poetry

Where Boys Walk Fist clenched, Forearm flexed, Raised above, hovering, Before down the hit. Cringed below, a boy child’s Dread, And fear. And Humiliation. Again. Hands, kind, reach, Stretch, pat on’a back, Rest on’a shoulder, A smile, a nod, he said “good job.” Eyes open, breath released, hope. Courage, And will. And defiance. Indomitable. And between […]

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