Poems of Hibernia & Caledonia, by James A. Tweedie (with Audio)
Poet's Note: These five sonnets and song are the product of a four-week journey taken in June to Ireland and...
Read moreDetailsPoet's Note: These five sonnets and song are the product of a four-week journey taken in June to Ireland and...
Read moreDetailsRoots in the Sky, Boots on the Ground: Metaphysical Poems C.B. Anderson, Kelsay Books, 107 pages paperback, ISBN-10: 1949229688 2019,...
Read moreDetailsThe Teacher to His Students The traffic light turns green. Your car won’t budge. You’re either texting or completely...
Read moreDetailsA Haiku My mirror shatters and what most clearly matters remains to be seen. You and Me Some sins...
Read moreDetailsDust My soul clings to the dust. Ps. 119.25 How like the dust my soul can be. I see it...
Read moreDetailsTheseus Amazed Around corners through archway and gate Sensing forever the enemy’s mind Poised to avenge the innocents’ fate...
Read moreDetailsinspired by John Masefield’s “Sea-Fever” (1902) I will go down to the bush again, where the days hang crisp...
Read moreDetailsThe Woke Man’s Person’s Burden "Virtually no idea is too ridiculous to be accepted, even by very intelligent and...
Read moreDetailsKróliki (Rabbits) dedicated to Tommy Robinson, who was recently sentenced to more time in prison Króliki they called us (Polish...
Read moreDetailsa modified English Alexandrine An ancient apple tree in my unkempt backyard Has skin pocked like the moon by...
Read moreDetailsBelieve It True That you have made my world a wondrous garden Fair with your lips, and glad with your...
Read moreDetailsPablo Neruda on the Passing of Joseph Stalin by Wibele Escudar We must be men. That is the law that...
Read moreDetailsSoaked in silence, sunbeams through the shutters, dust floating softly. Stuffy, flecks of mold and rust sticking here and...
Read moreDetailsAs fiddle lilts its rhymed refrain it harkens an angelic past. If only we could now regain that sweet...
Read moreDetailsShe Walked in Beauty a tribute to Gao Rongrong* after Lord Byron’s “She Walks in Beauty” She walked in Beauty,...
Read moreDetailsSonnet IV. Cleve Backster whose work on plant perception gained wide exposure in the 1973 publication The Secret Life of...
Read moreDetailsThe taxi driver took us down From great Mohonk, New Paltz and such; And every mile we got to...
Read moreDetails—from A Gallery of Ethopaths The bookshops that we used to see Were citadels of literacy. Classics of grace and...
Read moreDetailsNatura Naturans “Off with their heads,” the Red Queen said. But she was mostly talk. A true decapitator is The...
Read moreDetailsThe Thoughts of a Dog What really does go on inside the mind Of the domestic dog? To simply say...
Read moreDetailsGood Captains From daring to despair runs common man. A vane to changing winds is his own mind. One hour...
Read moreDetailsHer Love for Him My true love laughs, and angel choirs sing; The mountains echo back his tuneful mirth While...
Read moreDetailsThese Twins These twins came forth in one amniotic sac. They sensed the danger they had come upon And both...
Read moreDetailsA reading of the below poems by the poet: The Loan a villanelle This life we hold so dear...
Read moreDetailsWinners of the contest can be found here. From the riddle posed by King Solomon to the Philistines to the...
Read moreDetailsThis interview was conducted by Carol Smallwood with poet Theresa Rodriguez following the release of the first edition of Sonnets by...
Read moreDetailsOne Love In all the world there’s but one Love, just one. A single substance—like the billow lit From overhead...
Read moreDetailsThe man who never cries is like the ship That never sailed, or left the sleepy shores, Who’s...
Read moreDetailsStalks of brown and amber and gold, mighty when young, wither when old. Bleached by the sun and watered daily,...
Read moreDetailsI lift my eyes and pray to God above, deliver me, dear Lord, from Satan's Hell. I come to...
Read moreDetailsThe sausage on my plate is rubbery and inoffensive A clever likeness made of turkey meat Not your tastiest...
Read moreDetailsMay Old Glory Always Wave by Roy E. Peterson May Old Glory always wave Above the tumult and the fray....
Read moreDetailsTranslator's Note: "Adiutor Laborantium" is an Irish poem attributed to Colum Cille (521-597), founder of the monastic community on Iona....
Read moreDetailsSide by side, like toy soldiers under the sky, these seedlings all stand in a row. And on this...
Read moreDetailsJudges: Michael Curtis, Amy Foreman, Reid McGrath, Adam Sedia A few words from Judge Michael Curtis: In apology: If you,...
Read moreDetailsIt comes as no surprise that “golf” When backward spelled is “flog.” For it’s a sport so hard to...
Read moreDetailsDead Poet Of what I was, not much remains, but that which does, indeed still strains to craft and pen...
Read moreDetailsThe Society of Classical Poets successfully holds its first symposium in New York City (Press Release) NEW YORK—A growing...
Read moreDetailsKingfishers and Kites Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;...
Read moreDetailsDoomsday… or Not? The Green New Deal is out there, and Bernie says it’s true— there’s only twelve more years...
Read moreDetailsCommitment to the unnamed author of everything is never out of place, and this named author has carved out a…
The last line of the penultimate stanza together with the last line of the final stanza put in mind "matchlock."…
I, too, love writing pens. And writing. And poems. Thank you for this. Indeed our varied gifts and differences make…
The simplest way to put it would be to say that this was a good reading of some great poems.…
No Family to speak of. I admire repetition when it might mean something else the second or third time. Thank…
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