‘Sadness Has Silent Feet’ and Other Poetry by Fr. Bruce Wren
. Sadness Has Silent Feet Sorrow comes on softened steps, __But joy leaps madly in. Where is she with the...
Read moreDetails. Sadness Has Silent Feet Sorrow comes on softened steps, __But joy leaps madly in. Where is she with the...
Read moreDetails. St. Joseph’s Admonition Forget yourself, and do what’s right, Remember how you gained your sight, So do not pause...
Read moreDetails. It’s Coming for You! It’s coming to devour you, you know. There’s no escape no matter where you go....
Read moreDetails. The Ninth Day of the Emperor's Wrath a rondeau redoublé The stadium roared at the end of the fight....
Read moreDetails. Good Conscience Under our cauls a sleepless giber lurks, A callous judge of all our selfish smirks Who slices...
Read moreDetails. Sonnet by José de Espronceda (1808-1842) | translated from Spanish by Adam Sedia Fresh, lush, pure, and perfumed luxuriantly, The...
Read moreDetails. https://youtu.be/dYyxThEY71o . An Excerpt from The Western Star for Epiphany, January 6, 2022 The road stretched out forever in...
Read moreDetails. Annuary Stichs Jamesian intricacies swarmed about the voter-counts; a massive fraud had taken place beyond the lovely mounts. Nobody...
Read moreDetails. There are a number of ways to go wrong in poetry. Unfortunately, the Poetry Establishment is only willing to...
Read moreDetails. The Language of Hope The heart forbids the mind to let it go; __Extinguished love has deeper scars, __The...
Read moreDetails. Reviewed Book: A Thing With Feathers, by J. John Nordstrom, independently published, 2021 by Andrew Benson Brown A Thing...
Read moreDetails. Forever Faun In mottled shade of forest stood a faunSo still he seemed to be no living thing;The sun...
Read moreDetails. Unprofitable Servant Bergoglio clarifies his views on the Latin Mass A treasure was mine, but it’s too long ago...
Read moreDetails. Meditations on Ecclesiastes . Inquiry “What profit has a man for all his labor…?” ---Ecclesiastes 1: 3 None knows...
Read moreDetails. The Dark Knight I’ve always held the Queen in high esteem, Her ever-classy, never brassy aura Shines noble splendour...
Read moreDetails. So It Is Written The books that I have owned for many years, Still sitting on my shelves or...
Read moreDetails. Introduction In a second-hand bookshop, located in the French Quarter (New Orleans), I discovered a poetry book by Margaret...
Read moreDetails. Last Christmas I’d rushed there through the afternoon In someone else’s borrowed car Where you, distressed I’d come too...
Read moreDetails. “Lud's Church" or “The Green Chapel” after Sir Gawain and the Green Knight I travel to this place each...
Read moreDetails. For Auld Lang Syne Each New Year’s Day is like a colander Through which we strain and drain away...
Read moreDetails. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4HH4MeT9Mo . Read the complete poem here: https://classicalpoets.org/2013/12/12/two-psalms/#/ CREDITS Poetry: Evan Mantyk (b. 1982) Audio/Visual Work: Society of Classical...
Read moreDetails. 20/20 Vision You’re lurking in the shadows with a wink. I see your flute of crystal, hear you pop Your cork as spirits soar and keen arms link To...
Read moreDetails. On the Birth of the Grand Millenium 1 January 2000 A panoply of adolescent eyes Looks out into the...
Read moreDetails. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=okGcYTF8pHk . CREDITS Poetry: Robert Burns (1759-1796) Audio/Visual Work: Society of Classical Poets Voice-Over: S.A. Todd Photos/Footage: (1) "Drei...
Read moreDetails. While Unheard Anthems Raise Nature has a panoply __Of instruments it plays. The forests form the canopy __Uplifting arms...
Read moreDetails. The Dodo of Mauritius This island nation scarcely can be proud Of avifauna lacking common sense, Surviving only in...
Read moreDetails. Fields of Grass In youth I ran through fields of grass, Convinced that I could fly, And endless were...
Read moreDetails. Poppy A vase of poppies on the table there, Twelve years have past, all white is now her hair....
Read moreDetails. Sonnet 1 (In Theory, Real) Are dreams confined to stars or stars to dreams? Both full of mysteries and...
Read moreDetails. To Saint John the Evangelist by Eustache Deschamps (c. 1346–1406) | translated from French by Margaret Coats Young, perfect,...
Read moreDetails. Anyone But You The phone may ring; The call will bring __Anyone but you. The mail will come; It...
Read moreDetails. My Sonnet as Texted Her face, uplit as she scrolls through her phone, no feelings shown, she wears light...
Read moreDetails. A Sentimental Villanelle This year I’m wrapped in Christmases of old--- The tinseled tree and glee of hearts on...
Read moreDetails. Introduction Each year I compose or arrange music in celebration of Christmas. This year I have created three arrangements...
Read moreDetails. https://youtu.be/fx3NidSVFKk . A Wretch Like Me by Joe Tessitore To miss the mark, to lose my way,To choose the...
Read moreDetails. . Dramatis Personae: Ebenezer Scrooge: An infamous miser Bob Cratchit: Scrooge’s assistant Mrs. Cratchit: Bob’s wife Tiny Tim: Disabled...
Read moreDetails. The Night He Came The stench of damp straw mixed with mold, The low moan of the night wind...
Read moreDetails. It's a Wonderful Life The forecast promised luscious, gleaming snow; Instead the sky pours bitter, freezing rain. The lights...
Read moreDetails. The North Pole's on Lockdown ‘Tis the night before Christmas; it pains me to say--- The North Pole’s on lockdown before...
Read moreDetails. The Tunnel to Australia It’s raining every day in Merrie England. It’s falling from the sky most every day....
Read moreDetailsAdam, thank you for this enthusiastic comment. Yes, the prejudice against any "dialects" in Italy was great after the nation's…
Sometimes, Paul, I feel as though I write with my tongue in my ear. That's hard to do. It's a…
I love both the metaphor and the message of this poem. Your stars are not those of mythology, but of…
I enjoy the internal speculation given in verse form here (the Chicago weatherman is an apt illustration for the fickle…
Very thought-provoking poem, Scharlie. I read it three times, each time being drawn closer to the mood and the setting.
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