. There Is a Quiet Place There is a quiet place Where we can go to hide. A place where...

. Advice from the Untalented They smugly said I’d never make much money From playing with my words and making...

. Australia in 2022 written on the eve of a federal election where everything is at stake but nothing is...

. “In God We Trust” The motto for our nation boldly states, “In God we trust,” Which is, of course,...

. Tongues as of Fire If men desire to find belief, to sing It out through throats works best to...

. The Duke D’Alençon Meets Joan of Arc What task from the dauphin comes to me hence? A lowly maid...

. An Open Poem to Evil “Gravity is real... it’s hard to keep a bag of shit in the air...

. Apollo in Retirement Quite early he approached a humble hut, With saxifrage and canneberge sun-brewed To melt the stone...

. A Glass for My Father Marie-Maurille de Virot, Mademoiselle de Sombreuil (February 14, 1768—May 15, 1823) My father was...

. On the Extradition of Julian Assange The fiends who wield the power here on earth (The ones who gag...

. Who Bled When all is said and life be trod, One takeaway the Son of God Made clear, when...

. A Modernization of “To His Coy Mistress” You say we should some years delay The coming of our wedding...

. In Praise of Bollywood To India! To visit from afar... My journey there would be a dream fulfilled. To...

. Speechless I have smelt the perfect scent of the flower of a rose, Known intoxicated freedom where frangipani grows....

. Decolonising the Curriculum – Dual Scenario on Salford University's recent treatment of the sonnet. We must decolonise our poetry...

. Why This Time, Why This Place? When I die And leave this land, Please dear Lord Extend Your hand....

. . My Thoughts Laid Bear  “Don’t underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the...

. What Is “Pro-Choice"? If my child were sent to die, Be chopped to pieces like a pig, To spare...

. Classical Poetry and the Martial Ethos by Andrew Benson Brown . The Heroic Age Towards the end of “Egil’s...

. "Sound and Fury, Signifying Nothing" ---Lines On Dreadful Instagram Poetry A halitosis belch of steam Spewed out in words....

. Judge Not We notice, Signor Alighieri, that You have a rather well developed bent For taking your opponents to...

. Classical Camouflaged __It begins, like all prose poems today, with a bit of narrated diary, as though it were...

. Canzone to the Virgin by Francesco Petrarca (1304-1374) Translated by Margaret Coats Virgin beautiful, vested with the sun And...

. Jeffrey Epstein in His Cell On nights like this a lesser man might pray; Instead he dreams of islands...

. Nature at Peace The feeder for our hummingbird. Was torn down by a bear today. She didn’t growl a...

. A Tribune to Mrs. Malaprop My fellow poets, lend me your arrears! Of arms and divan I sing. Let’s...

. "Gravitas" On the Sack of Rome by the Gauls in 390 B.C. adapted from Livy’s “Ab Urbe Condita,” Book...

. Share your poetry on currently unfolding Russo-Ukrainian war in the comments section below.  We received a large response on our...

. The End Begins a rondeau redoublé Now the end begins, do not despair. It’s meant to be. What better...

. And Turn Thanks for the twenty seconds of Your crisp, medicinal perspective, Encapsulated in a laugh That shook like...

. Servant of the Servants of God Servus Servorum Dei —a title of the Pope A small informal gathering of...

. From Heathrow to Houston I heard my words would never change a thing From those who had a nose...

. Habakkuk’s Prayer after Habakkuk 3:2, 16-19; excerpts of the prophet’s prayer as he awaited certain destruction of his nation,...

. A Man’s Retreat A man’s retreat is his garage—a place To keep his vehicle, yes; but also space To...

. More than My Queen My Queen has always been a noble force--- A force for good on chilly English...

. The Twins _Said one foot to the other, _“Please don’t nag, you’re not my mother, I am sick to...

. Expansive Poets, Classical Poets, and the Future of Poetry by Michael Curtis Modern poetry is not—it is neither poetry...

. Uvalde I’m struck with news and views today __As youth and truth lie dead. Words bruise me in a mad melee...

. Memories of Memorial Day Sad son standing all alone Staring at the marker stone. Father died he never knew---...

. Liberty If skies were ever-blue each lustrous day, If moons were in bold bloom each raven night, If life...