‘The Scapegoat’: A Poem by Eric v.d. Luft
The Scapegoat Their memories select the bad, forget The good. Their hypersensitivity And need for higher maintenance won't let...
Read moreDetailsThe Scapegoat Their memories select the bad, forget The good. Their hypersensitivity And need for higher maintenance won't let...
Read moreDetailsWhy Did I Kiss You? _I kissed you with no warning. _You softly asked me why. _I said that...
Read moreDetailsBird Song At five a.m. the avian chorus starts So fervently you’d think they had not heard That men...
Read moreDetailsUlysses He stands upon the sandy strand alone. He has been dropped off, stranded, left. A crow caws out...
Read moreDetailshttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmgiYCYQqAA Andrew Benson Brown‘s epic-in-progress, Legends of Liberty, chronicles the major events of the American Revolution. He writes...
Read moreDetailsA Tribute to Scott Adams ---1957-2026 We lost Scott Adams, and his fertile mind. We mourn his passing, but...
Read moreDetailsTo Once Have Been Immortal A mountain swollen with the impudence of jaunty youth, unfazed by plodding Time, aspires...
Read moreDetailsThe Bartender He seemed a little out of place when he walked in that night. The bar was pretty...
Read moreDetailsThe New Satanic Mills "And did the Countenance Divine, Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded...
Read moreDetailsTelling by Not Asking I called up somebody I knew back in school, _Beginning six decades ago. Someone I...
Read moreDetailsLeak Oh, versifyingʼs worthless unless you know the what and why Of saying something deep and true, or of...
Read moreDetailsShards How unexpected did that moment come; How swift and sudden did that moment pass. A fleeting touch that...
Read moreDetailsWhen from the Damning Writs When from the damning writs of men’s assize I flee the dock of ignorance...
Read moreDetailsMac Modernist All mortal works are destined to decline, And in this fall, doth poetry align, As all inheritance...
Read moreDetailsThomas Paine Publishes Common Sense London, 1774 A man walked through the door, escaping rain. His shoes were...
Read moreDetailsSeven Sonnets of Jean-Joseph Rabearivelo Translated from French and Curated by Adam Sedia Introduction Joseph-Casimir Rabearivelo (1903-1937) was born...
Read moreDetailsThe Measure of a Woman (or a Man) We’re measured in our mother’s womb by ultrasound to check all’s...
Read moreDetailsEncounter with My Dead Father I am holding my father’s hand so white, and in silence we walk up...
Read moreDetailsTwo Sonnets by Nino Martoglio (1870-1921) translated from Sicilian by Joseph S. Salemi I. Young lady, you who...
Read moreDetailsWall of Ice I have met an icy barrier On this pleasant journey Life That has tried to freeze...
Read moreDetailsKing of Poets Salaciously Saul slouches on the throne (Backbiting envy never sits upright) Since David’s victories surpass his...
Read moreDetailsWatercolors Before her was a canvas, white as snow. Beside her, watercolors, bright and clean. For hours, she sat...
Read moreDetailsArt and Nature The well is deep Where poets keep Their unused words, And sylvan groves Are treasure troves...
Read moreDetailsStar of Wonder We read of three Wise Men at Christmas each year Who left home on a journey...
Read moreDetailsYeonmi Park’s Advice to Americans You don’t ever want to be a country that’s like North Korea, where a...
Read moreDetailsCaravaggio Light floods the window, spearing glass and Matthew. Leaning forward now, in conversation, he is called. The bright...
Read moreDetailsRefrigerator Bird “Say the word for penguin.” Jen Jen waited. Silence. Then I guessed: “Refrigerator bird?” Laughter shook the...
Read moreDetailsThe Oak Trees Stunned by the sunlight on a winter day, A shock too strong to meet, I turned...
Read moreDetailsA Cardinal on a Snowy Day A single cardinal, on a snowy day, Cloistered in a nearby hemlock branch...
Read moreDetailsThe Mayor’s a Maniac by Susan Jarvis Bryant The zodiac’s off track. The Little Bear is lost. The mayor’s...
Read moreDetailsSingle Room Cigarette, 17th Floor Yale Club of Manhattan “...the earthly city glories in itself; the City of Heaven...
Read moreDetailsLegacy of Light One by one, extinguished stars return to take their places in the fallen night; So long...
Read moreDetailsThe Swarm "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" From Lord of the Flies, by William Goldring...
Read moreDetailsLament of a Poet Falsely Accused of Using AI A charlatan, a master thief am I, the ghost of...
Read moreDetailsA Gift from the South Seven degrees outside. How can it be that clouds float northwards? It’s not arctic...
Read moreDetailsNew Year’s Peeve I. Cassandra’s Countdown The Eve arrives in sequin-spangled zing. The clock ticks on as tipsy...
Read moreDetailsHomage to Brigitte Bardot ---God bless Brigitte Bardot for her courage and frankness. “And God Created Woman…” yes, indeed—...
Read moreDetailsDearth of Emotional Intelligence Most everyone believes they have the skill To understand and manage their emotions, But some...
Read moreDetailsFireflies Driving down a country road one sultry summer evening, with headlights sweeping through the little clouds of...
Read moreDetailsReal Poetry Free verse is naught but prose in guise. No one can tell me otherwise. Confessions, images, and...
Read moreDetailsChelsea Thank you so very much for your kind comments. Most sincerely Mary Jane
Congratulations to all the winners.
Jan, what special comments that are uplifting and caring about the status of motherhood. Bless you and thank you for…
What a lovely, insightful poem, Roy! In a time when some are trying to cancel Mothers altogether, your poem brings…
This is EXCELLENT, Mary Jane. It may be my favorite one yet!
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