‘Some Satirical Epigrams’: Poetry by Shaun C. Duncan
. Some Satirical Epigrams in hendecasyllabics (essentially trochaic pentameter with a dactyl for the second foot) . Complaint to a...
. Some Satirical Epigrams in hendecasyllabics (essentially trochaic pentameter with a dactyl for the second foot) . Complaint to a...
. Remorseless Back on 19, returning from the lake, Where she had stowed sling chairs for next week’s meet, Her...
. A Novice Speaks to a Guardian Tell me, Oh honoured one, The secret of the Way, Of how to...
. El Melon There is a maze or map on melon skin Even the blind could read and seek to...
. La Sirena At some point they ceased to be beautiful. Even their voices. Bare breasts, bare arms, screams Savage...
. Time Travel I chance upon a sylvan glade, an Orphic place: moon threads, a lace of nightkin shadows. A...
. The Calendar You are the festive dregs of January,you liven February with Valentine’s.You are the March that gives spring...
. La Bandera “ never begins an attack, nor, when once engaged, ever surrenders” —Benjamin Franklin It was the feast...
. Two Empty Chairs “We did the NFP bit for awhile ... and have felt revulsion over it ever since....
. Toward Yehuling, 1211 Unfolding steppes emerge as flattened plains Of long grasses of gold and April-green, While crystal streams,...
. Nessun Dorma after the Italian libretto by Giuseppe Adami and Renato Simoni The aria "Nessun Dorma" was played for...
. Nero Before the Tomb of Simon Magus And Peter, looking steadfastly against Simon, said: “I adjure you, ye angels...
. Lullaby of New Mexico, Part Two Part One can be read here. Duerme Papi---Dad, it’s time to rest. I...
. Gone Are the Days The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is...
. Lullaby of New Mexico Duerme mijo---sleep my weary child As we drive south upon the interstate. My side-eye checks...
. The Photograph The snowflakes tumble down like frozen tears, Which fall from every eye this winter day; They heard...
. The Automated Phone System I called up a business But no person answered, I got a phone system With...
. A Glass for My Father Marie-Maurille de Virot, Mademoiselle de Sombreuil (February 14, 1768—May 15, 1823) My father was...
. And Turn Thanks for the twenty seconds of Your crisp, medicinal perspective, Encapsulated in a laugh That shook like...
. Where Your Treasure Is “Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and...
. Now Once Again How many years ago, I’ve lost the count, we lay beneath these trees at summer’s end;...
. Read by Susan Jarvis Bryant . In This House... In this house... We value science so much we accept...
. Guardians of the Sunset III. The years go down like liquor. Drink and pour and drink again, and laugh...
. A Clamshell in Concrete I was a child in kindergarten class. My mother held my hand as we trod...
. The Hypodermic For a poet, the pen is merely part Of the apparatus of addiction. He emulates the frozen...
. Everlasting I must admit, when I arrived in Hell I was surprised. Not, as you might surmise, Because I...
. To a Girl Named Olivia What shall I say to you of untold love In this more than empty...
. The Crucifixion of the Serpent And Moses made a serpent of brass, and put it upon a pole, and...
. Apocalypse The fractured sky splits, flaming at the edge— The earth heaves upwards in explosive wrath. No eye can...
. Albert Pierrrepoint (1905-1992) served as one of GreatBritain’s chief executioners from 1931 to 1956, duringwhich time he hanged over...
. Heliotrope Phaeton, son of the god Helios, attempted to drive his father’s celestial chariot. His inexperience caused him to...
. The Carnelian Ring: A Still-Life Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door...
. Isolde and the Men of Stone Who could believe, except on ancient trust? The stones grew pliant, yielding into...
. The Bibliophile’s Birth Certificate Marius Michel (1846-1925) was one of the most prominent and gifted bookbinders in France. He...
. Charles Maurras (1868-1952) was a highly influential French poet, essayist, and political journalist. He edited the rightist paper Action...
. The Death of Today’s Sequoia Flecte ramos, arbor alta, tensa laxa viscera: Et rigor lentescat ille, quem dedit nativitas,...
X No tengo más que darte —Inscription on a Spanish sailor's gold ring, in the shape of a hand holding...
…anulbaṇáṃ vayata jóguvām ápaḥ. Weave ye the singers’ work without a knot. —Rigveda 10.53.6 Those pale cream swaths of handmade...
Palermo’s great basilica is still— All prayers are tongueless for a lonely hour. Here high and holy silence can...
The Graeco-Roman historian Lucius Dio Cassius, in his Roman History, describes “dark dinners” that were given by the emperor...
Nicely done!!
This reminds me of "8 Mile Road." Love for the mother comes through in spite of her cringe-inducing choices. Perhaps…
Reading this was a harrowing experience, and it felt great when we finally came up for air. I've been in…
This is a wonderful, sensitive poem with dramatic impact and a plethora of images constructed in the mind while attempting…
Good thing that you began to write, Katie, because you do it very well. I think your father would be…
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