Month: June 2017

  Three children stood below a tree That sprouted fruit abundantly; They sought to seize the luscious fruit, These hungry ...

The Akkerman Steppe Original Polish by Adam Mickiewicz (1798-1855) below I launch myself across the dry and open narrows, My ...

Poem for a Birthday Say that the year is round, and on its top March lighted candles in concentric rows. ...

Inspired by the Ashland, Oregon, Shakespeare Festival Narrator: William Shakespeare—Shakspere? Shaksper? Shakespear? Shackespeare? Shake-and-Bake-speare?—died but did not Go to heaven. ...

  When dusk settles, the oxalis Stands taller and sweeter, As if to say that all of this Is just ...

The Muses we understand from Part 1 of this article are the daughters of the future and the past, and ...

. . What Rumor, What Word? On the featured photo above What rumor, what word, O Cloud from the sea? ...

  Riddle Two Now give these lines a gander Be you bold enough to try Find fun, full-fashioned candor Take ...

  In a secluded forest glade, Where sunlight shines and shadows fade, The faeries come to dance and play Upon ...

By Joshua Philipp The Italian poet Dante Alighieri is best known for his journey into hell, purgatory, and heaven which ...

27 November 1976: Fort Eustis, Virginia By Usa W. Celebride It is an autumn Saturday. I sit amidst the scree, of ...

  Déja Do you remember when a piece of art Held truth or meaning in its oil or stone— And ...

Post your poetry on the recent terrorist attacks in England in the comments section at the end of this post. ...

By Sandeep Kumar Mishra There are two things that came to my mind when I read the book Hare Krishna ...

  Taking a Gambol A rabbit’s life’s a gambol, A fortunate existence; Giving time enough to spare For frolics in ...

Thank you to everyone who participated in the Funny Food Poetry Contest, including Judges Michael Curtis, Lorna Davis, William Ruleman, ...

The tears of a nation are shared by us all, We stand with those countries whom terror befalls; The innocent ...

I Think I Like You Better Now I think I like you better now; it’s been a little while Since ...

The Flowers Upon a morning stroll serene Across many young floral gardens Greeting me on those fields of green Was ...

Penelope’s Postscript Uncounted days, wrung dry of tears— Lost wanderers do not return: So much for the departed years. Heap ...

Tipton County, Tennessee, 1917 My great-grandfather cut down huge black oaks Whose stumps his two young sons helped him uproot, ...

Ephemeral Constant With hued music, beautified page. His spheres were thinner than gossamer, Only to beauty, did Keats defer. Was ...

By Joseph Charles MacKenzie James Sale, whom I happen to consider England’s best on the subject, states: “To write poetry ...

  Sonnet IV. Edward the Confessor Edward, the Cross no more on England’s shores Thy people blesses. The light of ...

Dying Muse Not everyone will survive The muse has sung her last song The end is about to arrive It ...

Click here to read Part I. Montague (That afternoon, on the outskirts of Verona, at a Club, getting in an ...