‘Aubade at Seven AM’: A Poem by Bruce Dale Wise
. Aubade at Seven AM The years have fled, and time so swiftly flees,since that brief hour when you and...
. Aubade at Seven AM The years have fled, and time so swiftly flees,since that brief hour when you and...
. For Liza Am I Westward Bound _The year was 1868, __The place—Old King James’ town, _Young John was by...
. Cardinals The cardinal is my favorite bird.They mate for life, or so I’ve heard.You hear them sing antiphonally—it’s like...
. Six Bitter were the crimson seeds, Beautiful they were to me, Sparkling like ruby beads, In his palm of...
. I Would Say Yes ---a villanelle for Larry on our 36th Anniversary We were young and rather stupid then,...
. . . Steve Cooper is a retired professional career counselor. He lives near Salem, Oregon. He has one traditionally...
. My Fairytale You could be my Cinderella _I danced with at the ball. You’re the one I’m looking for...
. Since You’ve Been at My Side ---a villanelle Embraced by love, since you’ve been at my sideI’ve found the...
. A Waltz of Longing In the heat of the day, we begin With a glance and a breath, cheek...
. Wedding Night by Christine de Pisan (1364--c. 1430)translated by Margaret Coats A sweet supremacy marks marriage;I prove it from...
. Size Lies Clothing manufacturers are fond of tricks today, Making female customers feel good in one slick way--- Whatever...
. Eternity If I could give her just one gift, What would she want that gift to be? Would she...
. A Faithful Friend's Advice The girl you have is just the one for you— my head could not conceive...
. Riverside Breeze ___How beautiful you look __Browsing the flowers one by one _While lying down along the babbling brook;...
. High Society The Cornelius mansion on Park Avenue, New York City, Sunday, August 22, 1886 A derby hat; a...
. The Ballad of Shamus Well, Shamus were a likely lad wid a good well-meanin’ ‘eart As strong as O’Malley’s...
. The Four Seasons . Spring I Amidst the cloudless sky and crimson dawn Comes bursting forth the bluebird’s orange...
. The Tundra Swan Its full and light and interfolding feathers __Number ten thousand plus, No wonder that the tundra...
. Beyond All Words Can words alone, in skill-scribed shape or form— Inspired by muse or writ with feathered plume—...
. Pumpkin Spice The scent of Autumn lingers in the air With hints of ginger, cinnamon, and clove; At 42nd...
. Gossiping Hinges Some think we hinges only squeak __because we seek __an oily drop __to make us stop, but...
. Enamoured String me a strand of pure white pearls supernal, Warming my throat as quivering fingers do, Roughened but...
. . Der Knecht An einem Teich in einem Tal, am Felsenfuß entlang, Da steht ein Mädchen ohne Schal, als...
. Mistaken Identity I never really found out who you are, I only saw what I preferred to see. I...
. Aged Elation When reaching that age where you fear getting slow, The advent of faculties starting to go, It’s...
. How Did You Woo Me? Let Me Count the Way You didn’t sweep in on a snowy steedClad in...
. My Pensive Valentine Devout Love is not in the offered sweet, nor does Love proclaim in the proffered rose,...
. Lines for Your Valentines Without you here, my life is like A broken pencil, simply pointless. And if you...
. The Great Rub-off Norm and Zip, in mismatched chairs, __were sipping tea and talking, when Desi, their loyal hound,...
. Libra There in my hand I held a crystal vial Of distillation potent, red, and sweet, By which my...
. True Love On a hill far away, a true love waits, In a place of weathered, broken gates. And...
. To Her Ghost: a Sequence from Orpheus Looks Back ---in memoriam Emily Desire Gaynor Rothman, 1964-2020 . 1. Breaking...
. Death Is But a Passing A death is but a passing from one world into another, A change of...
. Imitating Shakespeare’s Sonnet 107 . Sonnet 107 __by William Shakespeare Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of...
. Telepathy Your reticence to speak is no deterrent To my delight to be in your vicinity--- Presence and chatter...
. In a Twenty-minute Tuk-tuk Ride That day, the river of our luck had dried. No taxis. Air-conditioned buses crammed...
. Madrigal à la Tasso The surface of the lake reflects the flight _Of one and then another swan; _How...
. The Force of Dreams I dreamed of you last night. I dreamed and dreamed, Yet more, as if there...
. Catullus XI Furius and Aurelius, my two friends, Whether I go to farthest India, The shore by ever-pounding Eastern...
. Coupled in Rhyme She sees me better than I do, so in her sight I strive to be worthy...
Thank you Zumwalt, for your kind and encouraging words.
Thank you Bhikkhu — that’s quite kind. Mr. Anderson also makes a good point in his comment above.
You’re welcome, Paul. Thanks. I wonder if you’re speaking primarily of professors or students, or both equally?
Thank you Gerard. I wish I was that way too!
Good point — thanks. I presume that situation would harken back to the first poem above.
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