Beauties sashay across the sand Norma Jean look-a-likes hand in hand Times before bikinis and thongs Transistor radios blaring...

Whenever Terror Strikes Whenever terror strikes, wherever death enshrouds the land, its people live in fright of crowded places. Masses...

Where have the roses gone from my garden? Look how those left freeze in cold winter wind; Nothing I can...

Sonnet XLI - Gifts of the Magi A grander throne than Solomon’s of old, Though wrought of rough-hewn wood and...

. . Winter Wore a Raiment White Winter wore a raiment white, Checkered blue as snow in shade, As he...

  Nature’s pillars, which have borne Earth’s breath for ages, Are now crumbling into dust... Still, more keep falling, Shattered...

  The Exclusive Inclusive I heard about a tender troop, Whose commission was to give Love like a ministry serves...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (born February 27, 1807 - died March 24, 1882) was an American poet of the Romantic period. He...

  Lights The shining Santas smile in silver sleighs, With dazzling reindeer poised on roofs, midair; The phosphorescent elves stare...

  Bemused “Polyhymnia would not lift her veil, All my attempts at sacred poetry failed, Calliope did not lend me...

  Listen to the voice that speaks within your heart, a whisper set against the roaring tide; softly calls the...

What chilly breeze creates a shudder and crimson leaves begin to flutter down, down like butterflies 'till barren branches reach...

A Rondeau The big corn field was gone today: A machine crouched amid the fray Like a locust after a...

. Vermont A white wood house defines the slope.  The trees Have gone to red and flame.  A field beyond...

  The First Funeral It is with wonder when I think Of Adam, Eve, no childhood grown, Standing before the...

  A Christmas Card A distant clang; here comes the heat To chase the chill from hands and feet! A...

  Snow’s candid praise bedecks St. Florian’s Gate As Sobieski passes on his horse. It is the Eve of Christmas,...

  https://youtu.be/dVnGlUaitiY   You hear the sound of carols from afar. Bright bulbs and tinsel, cinnamon and cloves. Beyond a...

by Annabelle Fuller John Keats (born October 31, 1795 - died February 23, 1821) began life as the son of...

  I should be asleep! But try as I might, I can’t help but keep Wanting to write. Not only...

  Sharp lightning stabbed the clouds and pierced a hole that scorched the greening branches down below. Sun, much aggrieved,...

In Fall I Set a Stone In fall I set a stone upon a stone, As autumn rain dripped tears...

  An Ode to the Indian Soldiers ottava rima Be choking chill or burning heat; be rain or sleet; thou're...

for Robert Conquest I. Each day Naftaly greets a prison train. Two days ago: spies and reactionaries, yesterday: kulaks from...

Paperboys lack actual colleagues, but I was a part-time paper boy, and my mother, a part-time colleague. When I’d oversleep,...

By Sam Gilliland The Poisoned Chalice Let he who lips me then beware, My potion’s more than honeyed mead, One...

I Keep A Different List My neighbor counts his losses and his gains, but I keep track of raindrops when...

The Great Living Hell On Communism Under the radar I fly Thru' an ever more darkening sky Thru' the smoke from the volumes...

By Con Chapman Boston may no longer be the Hub of the Universe, but its Standard Metropolitan Statistical Area remains...

When Santa’s sleigh took to the sky, He saw a wonder by him fly: A Chinese Fairy dance on clouds And...

  The Buds of Life On Nightly News I saw a sight obscene: A seahorse in embrace with cotton bud,...

  For Bishop Berkeley & for Madman Blake First, the wind; then, the waves; then the shore —but the Mind—yes,...

Any treatise claiming critical review of verse, whether in the widest sense, or, as in this case, the result of...

  Slowly yet steadily the heat starts to soar as the sun’s first rays glimmer in the east sky. With...

  Justice Rendered by Cal Wes Ubideer "Sanctuary cities help protect undocumented aliens." —"Weird" Ace Blues July 1st, 2015, Miss...

The silver masses rising in huge numbers, The ship alone upon the sprawling sea, The snores of men found tossing...

The Morning Muse This time of day the Muses pass As rolling clouds and dewy grass, To see their handouts...

Joseph Pulitzer Junior High September 1959 – June 1961 I think we spoke but fifty words, all told. No more...

. . What Tolkien Said “...together through the ages of the world we have fought the long defeat.” Galadriel, of...

The poetry of Fray Angelico Chavez can be read here. By Joseph Charles MacKenzie Fray Angélico Chávez, O.F.M. (1910-1996) remains...