‘Look Away’: A Poem for America’s 250th Anniversary, by Roger Crane
Look Away “Look away, across the fabled sea,” Our fathers cried, with voices loud and clear, There’s a place...
Read moreDetailsLook Away “Look away, across the fabled sea,” Our fathers cried, with voices loud and clear, There’s a place...
Read moreDetailsSunday Morning in Canada By all accounts he was a thoroughly Unpleasant man. His wife divorced him and His...
Read moreDetailsBean I found you in a shelter, cold and wet, your dark, expressive eyes fixed on my own. They...
Read moreDetailsThe Swan’s Song He brewed his words in cauldrons on the moors. They doubled as they bubbled to the brim. He conjured...
Read moreDetailsThe Gravedigger I garden to acquaint myself with graves. Accompanying death with every turn, my spade exhumes pharaonic tombs,...
Read moreDetailsWaiting for the Perfect Man A woman waiting for the perfect man, though she was far from perfect, had...
Read moreDetailsThe George-A-Saurus Forget the Jabberwocky, son--- Instead beware the George-A-Saurus: A wicked monster you should shun; Whose single goal...
Read moreDetailsWhen Asked: “What’s Your Favorite Season?” ---a villanelle I can’t decide which season I like best; they all...
Read moreDetailshttps://youtu.be/jd7Zxqf4zDs?si=Ny4BwTAKFJ0378sl The Last At-Bat of Lyndon Braun The crowd was on its feet because they knew it was...
Read moreDetailsThe Perpetual Battle I From Arad north to Hazor acrid smoke Rose from each cyclopean citadel Of Canaan---altar-fires...
Read moreDetailsSpring in the Moment It is a time to learn to walk. Too many ages have we spent In...
Read moreDetailsHave a Nice Week! I wish you a wonderful week! May Monday go smoothly and sleek, And Tuesday productive...
Read moreDetailsAt the No-Win Inn The room for error is across the hall, Between the storage bin for grave mistakes...
Read moreDetailsWhen the Phone Rings I can’t still be excited when the phone rings, I was for decades, but no...
Read moreDetailsDeep Water I. Kōan I ponder by the ancient pool. A frog jumps in. I hear a splash. The...
Read moreDetailsThe Dunes The dunes are marching, blown along Saharan landscapes. Grain by grain they stream across a barren plain,...
Read moreDetailsThe Society of Classical Poets Journal XIV has been published! It features poetry, translations, and essays selected from those published...
Read moreDetailsThe Cover-up Everything went smoothly on the morning that we launched __And headed off to make our flight through...
Read moreDetailsThe Poet's Plight I sit at dusk and bear the scorn, sarcastic talk Of friends, and brood upon the...
Read moreDetailsAfter the Turning Point ---a double refrain ballade At slender hindrances we fall, Uneven ground, path shadowy; To tainted...
Read moreDetailsForest Fire Fantasy ---a trenta-sei The smoke from summer fires filled the air, A lightning storm had been the...
Read moreDetailsWhere the Ground Gives Way Once I took your face into my hand, and sunlight showed the tears within...
Read moreDetailsTwo-Tier Keir: Being a Short Account of a Trickster He sought to be in politics--- _Self-virtued Dalai Lama. Instead,...
Read moreDetailsCanzone of Parting I There are secluded places in the wild Where the breeze settles, like a weary...
Read moreDetailsWhat Happened to the Ayatollah? I The Ayatollah’s disappeared: It’s just as all his friends have feared; But...
Read moreDetailsAn Excerpt Get up and amble through the city of the massacre, then lock your eyes, and, with your...
Read moreDetailsA Very Early Taste of Poetry by Joseph S. Salemi The earliest and most important steps in attaining literacy...
Read moreDetailsMurder at the Stocker Mansion A Poetic Noir Whodunit ---San Francisco. 1948. 1. Prologue The Stocker mansion sits...
Read moreDetailsBarabbas They named their chosen one and set him free. They picked a thug who reeked of others’ blood....
Read moreDetailsOut of the Box Round and round the mulberry bush The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought ‘twas...
Read moreDetailsTo the Captive Sun You set now, levitating low, Just deigning lazily to throw Your gently flaming, scarlet glow...
Read moreDetailsThe Birthday of a Bride A woman, when she enters into labor on the day She brings at last...
Read moreDetailsThe Precious Blood The blood of Jesus bought me from the hands Of foes for whom I scorned divine...
Read moreDetailsStabat Mater Dolorosa by Jacopone da Todi (1228-1306) translated by Morrison Handley-Schachler In the hour of crucifixion, Mourning and...
Read moreDetailsThe Lip Surely before I have felt as though heaven _were pressed to my lips such as this, Yet...
Read moreDetailsWho Do You Think You Are? You don’t know me, nor do you know my friend. You’re ignorant of...
Read moreDetailsNOTE: Winners and rankings now available here: https://www.classicalpoets.org/winners-and-rankings-of-the-great-american-poetry-competition/ In partnership with the White House's Freedom 250 initiative. Submit Email...
Read moreDetailsUnexploited Providence “Why am I here?” I was afraid to ask, While walking—half asleep—this land of wonders. So, stumbling...
Read moreDetailsWhat We Learn From Breaking Waves Those who climb the furthest up the shore Are not the waves that...
Read moreDetailsPigeonholed The box they shove her in is small and dark. It skews all views and leaves her little...
Read moreDetailsAn interestingly unique piece. Am I going too far to say the form of the sonnet is a metaphor for…
ear "Patriot Savage," thank you so much for your kind words and the message your diligent search conveys. I am…
Thank you very much indeed, Mike. Yes, you have nailed it. These are two portraits of narcissism -- one relatively…
That’s funny too! Thanks Paul.
Thanks Mike. That’s equally good!
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