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Lesson Plans, Readings with Questions, and Sample Essays: Lesson on the Poetry of Bruce Dale Wise (Society of Classical Poets Competition Winner) Bruce Dale Wise poetry (includes questions) Essay Comparing Two Bruce Dale Wise Sonnets (includes questions analyzing the essay)   Lesson on "A Psalm of Life" by Henry Wadsworth...

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By Tom Zart God has always had his poets Who He watches with love from space. But Satan has his poets too Who try to lead us from our grace. King Solomon was a poet Who spoke of love, life, death and war. That lips were like threads of scarlet...

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By Michael T. Young Traffic, a crowd, the tide flooding the bay, whatever will rise and fall, will begin, then end, forgive each moment for what comes along, like wind shoving the clouds, and clouds, the day, like the night calling the sun to come in, the dream where a brief...

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By Joshua Philipp At night alone, I sometimes dream of a place which seems so far away. Quietly sitting by a stream. With words this place so hard to say. In distant lands, its legends told of flowered hills and ancient trees. The weight of wonders, words cannot hold. Its...

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By Thomas Newton Just as the Renaissance was fueled by The printing press, the Internet has sounded A call for crafted poetry—a cry For quality that has the crude confounded. The plasma screen’s soft glow directs the Quest For human creative ability. The Classics that endure to feed the best...

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By Thomas Newton The Founding Fathers showed the way and built Our sturdy ships to last through all of time. Each has a moral compass showing guilt And innocence, thus exposing crime. The Western Canon’s smoke is drifting past Their sleazy, sinking, ships—all lost upon The sea, steered by a...

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By Aubrey Henderson I remember vast fields of Helenium; Yellow, trembling, dancing with fireflies, In the fading light of nature’s atrium, As the storm rolled in; black clouds and thunder’s cries. And cried my heart from my rain drenched chest, For the loss of love which would never bloom. Yet...

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By Michael T. Young The pine's elected to the maple's post, the fly's buzzword is vetoed by the day, streams in a presidential race all boast in speeches glittering with icy spray. The squirrels lobby to protect their nuts, the honeysuckle prosecutes the bee, the Sun, pro-lifer that he is,...

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By Yolanda Marín-Parker Mathematics is The language that nature speaks To the human fool. Fool – man is – for not Listening to the wonder, Patterns and numbers. Math is everywhere: From the money that you owe, To the leaves in trees. Structure of nature, The science of medicine, Chaos...

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By Joshua Philipp The winds of change, so soft they blow. In the blink of an eye, a thousand years. Immeasurable is the great river’s flow, to sail, one must remove his fears. So fine, the ship on which we ride, with wind to carry all the sails. Across dark...

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By Dan Skorbach I sit with you the silent moon of May, After the chores of day are soundly sleeping. Here, once again, you come to guide the way, For those who in the night are lost and seeking. You cross the boundless sky beneath the stars, And sit so...

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By Evan Mantyk The Apocalypse: what would it look like? Half the people now gone, When the gods’ dike That holds back raging waters was half withdrawn. Weeds overgrown, buildings abandoned, Houses like faces of ghosts, And locals who look stranded On an endless cracked concrete coast. In the streets...

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By Joshua Philipp Just as flowers fall, so shall we all What meaning to find before time makes its call To love and the spring Softly we’d sing Then what is left, for to dust turn the memories of all. Yet there was a time, so long ago When troubles...

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By Evan Mantyk Get this thing out of my mind, It should never undermine, It should go and let me be, It should go and I’ll be free! Tear it out from in my heart, From its madness I can part, From its gladness I can leave, From its sadness...

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By Joshua Philipp We laid in mud at sorrow’s end, in a land of woeful souls. It’s a place where dreams of hollowed men are flown as flags on poles. And weary riders seeking doom ride blindly over cliffs. Machines of burden click and boom and send the bodies stiff....

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A hunchbacked man, at least a hundred years old Hobbles by as I wait for the train, I brace for the inevitable sharp pain, When his grotesque odor will soon take hold, But, to my surprise, instead, the proud bold Smell of a rich cologne reaches my brain And I...

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