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. Give Praise for These Days of Old Age You’re up in the morning, you moan and you groan, You’re...

. The Greatest Time of Fatherhood I know that I’m supposed to say The finest time is now—today. And with...

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. Zelensky Gets a Hard Lesson Zelensky comes strutting, in hope of a payout— Trump and young J.D. are trusting...

. Snapshot It's morning and you rise. You shake your hairAnd stretch yourself a bit, your elbows high,Your blue night...

. Winter at the Pond I scan the pond. Young birches standing there Have given up their leaves. I set...

. Bloat A warrior is battling the bloat Of bulging skivers bleeding strivers dry--- The gloating glut of grubbers kept...

. The Dark Wood: Canto I of Dante’s Inferno by Dante Alighieri (1265-1321) translated by Stephen Binns Midway along the...

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. The Vice Worse than the addiction of a smoker, And harder to get over than cocaine, More drawing than...

. Distance Kills Distance kills. It’s always true. In time and space, In all we do. Those on our team,...

  Old Man at the River Old man's at the river painting the scene.He's working on boats and feeling serene.Unnoticed,...

. If I Could but Touch His Hem ---Mark 5:25-34 Forgive me, Lord, you know it’s true That I have...

. Trumped by Reason Our elitists loved extolling all their virtues while controlling each dimension of all nations through new...

. Mr. Bluebird Your spirit rose before I spied your form. It dulled the winter sting and stilled the storm....

. Winter Midnights Old numbers on the radio; Through foggy panes, a street lamp's glow; Some aircraft's feebly buzzing sound;...

. Renaissance for Rob Salminen I am as old as I have ever been, And I've not seen all that...

. As Hamas Celebrates Dead Babies The Bibas deaths... how do I tell this news? A mother and her sons---all...

. Enamoured String me a strand of pure white pearls supernal, Warming my throat as quivering fingers do, Roughened but...

. My Heart's Desire There is one thing that I long for, _and another that I need. One essential to...

. Howl at the River Howl at the river, cry me a moon; Blow up on a drum, and beat...

. At the Ready ---Distant Thunder, Andrew Wyeth (USA), 1961 The coming storm won’t let young Rattler lie asleep, but...

. . Der Knecht An einem Teich in einem Tal, am Felsenfuß entlang, Da steht ein Mädchen ohne Schal, als...

. Truths Be Known _A cryptical dawning _This foggy gray morning With images drifting about. _Deceptive impressions, _Opaque are the...

. Wanted: A Verse Curriculum and Pedagogy David J. Rothman discusses the curriculum of the Poetry Concentration in the Graduate...

. Chasing COLAs in a Hard World COLA: cost-of-living adjustment We learned, each time we tried to file a claim,...

. Mistaken Identity I never really found out who you are, I only saw what I preferred to see. I...

. Sophisticated Stupidity Preserve the fish, defend the trees_And save the wilting daisies;Protect the coral in the seas_But kill the...

. Margaret Brennan’s Plan to Stop Genocide “Well, he was standing in a country where free speech was weaponized to...

. Capacity “This is too big and inexcusably Extravagant, so next time I insist We buy a smaller glass. This...

. Aged Elation When reaching that age where you fear getting slow, The advent of faculties starting to go, It’s...

. Strauss Vater Scene: Vienna, Austrian Empire: Midnight, October 15, 1844. On this night the famous musician, Johann Strauss, Sr....

. The New York Times' Attack on Shen Yun Is an Attack on Arts and Culture by Evan MantykSCP Editor...

. Scarlet Pimpernel Amassing clouds—the air still warm; But you, my scarlet pimpernel, You sense that there's a coming storm,...

. Made from Scratch! An ever-growing-number of our adolescent children are suckled by the biased breasts of prejudice and greed---...

. How Did You Woo Me? Let Me Count the Way You didn’t sweep in on a snowy steedClad in...

. My Pensive Valentine Devout Love is not in the offered sweet, nor does Love proclaim in the proffered rose,...

. Lines for Your Valentines Without you here, my life is like A broken pencil, simply pointless. And if you...