The moon, surrounded by gray lands with floating hills and cliffs of clouds, Spreads fields of light that fade...

  Octave By Erisbawdle Cue There's always something going wrong the pessimistic person thinks. One moment one is going strong...

A Chinese Man Contemplates Quitting the Communist Party To be a communist party member Or not to be, the question...

Why did lyric poetry die? ‘Cause caterpillars cannot fly And no longer morph to butterflies Pegasus now has lost his...

  The sorrows of many pulls upon heart strings To accomp'ny angelic voices that sing Voices so sweet but pain...

The Tears of the Gods An ancient fable tells of how the gods rose from the main Of azure deep...

I. Again the darkling moon is new this night, and cold deserted seas in lunar sleep lay fasting and far...

When you are 62 years old things may begin to be clearer; you begin realise to the full extent what...

Do forgive me strange little man If I’d rather remove your hands Than risk a trip to the clinic For...

Dharmachakra By Sri Wele Cebuda Around the Dharma Wheel spins, around and round it goes. It never pauses nor begins,...

  Heritage, not Hate Today I watched a group of people wait To see an emblem steeped in hate removed...

While we expect for our marines to go into harm's way, and so they do so, and without a hesitation's...

Dedicated to all Falun Gong practitioners who have been persecuted by the Chinese Communist Party since the peaceful practice, also...

. . To a Brother in Paris Like Sun in the woods, or a cold Summer rain, Would trouble make...

  The captain on this night would have no rest A storm rages and moves in from the West And...

Back  I am an atheist. I don’t believe in God ! Argue this with me or leave ! There is...

Upon seeing "Louis XV of France as a Child" painted by Hyacinthe Rigaud at the Metropolitan Museum of Art  ...

Originally written in Chinese and appearing on Minghui.org.   Straight, dignified and unpolluted by the polluted world; They are determined...

Bound verse, ironically, is quite unbound, For writing it you have nothing to say, Since sense comes after you have...

Your steps, unequal, hasten, departing from the race Where dust’s all that’s awarded, where just the fit survive, Pursuing trifles,...

Tanka By Ue "Bird Claws" Ee In dim morning light, attracting mates, warning males, dawn's choir's singing— liquid-silver jingling— nature's...

Is it ISIS or ISIL? I think it is the latter It really doesn’t matter True, ISIS rhymes with crisis...

Creativity Requires a Cave (an Apology for Form and Rhyme) IMAGINE Gretzky “trapped” behind the crease; or Pelé, deking, swarmed before...

Marseille, France In the year 1720, the last great occurrence of bubonic plague struck the port city of Marseille, France,...

Winterberry disrupts the frozen curse. My vision's charmed by tiny blobs of red Between fine-toothed leaves, above a thick bed...

The Inward Light Be proof against the eye and ear And every sense that stultifies The inward light, supreme, austere,...

The Cherry Blooms in Central Park In Central Park the cherries now Are hung with blooms along the slough, And...

Wow! The wind is blowin’, the rain is rainin’ slant across the windowpane – and in the yard whole oceans...

  How Long the Night Anonymous Old English Lyric, circa early 13th century AD Loose translation by Michael R. Burch...

Submerged in blinding red and blue at dawn, I climb the barren fields to find between the gentle tides of...

Trajan's Column By Uberdi Ascweli In Rome, amidst the many structures, gray, peach, white and brown, around it, rising, Trajan's...

. . Bay from Berkeley Slate blue blustered inland sea Water from the rivers be Sea of salt and rain...

With steady hand,  he takes a scalpel, cutsthe body open.  Liver, spleen, the gutsextracted, packed in ice.  The Party manlooks...

One (1979) A policy is still in place Which subjugates each woman’s womb. Spin doctors cannot render grace When pregnancy...

From what I see of life’s disgust; The killings, rampant shooting sprees, I’m sure that no one not agrees There’s...

  Through sandy, muddy, rocky creek, Silted, crudded, hard to speak, My heart was heavy, worn, and cramped, I needed...

The First Day of Spring The first day of spring started rainy and cold, But new greens were sprouting, defiant...

The Lumberman by Bud "Weasel" Rice I saw him resting up against a giant gray-brown stump, the lumberman was pausing...

Burrowed down in leaves of brown piled by the garden wall, our Billy cat dreamed of a rat he’d chased...

  Lines Composed in the Adirondack Mountains THERE’S a little town nestled in the hills, with an old house I call by...