Poetry

  A Fallow Year at Worthy Farm No Glastonbury Festival occurs at Worthy Farm in twenty twenty-six. the land, where banished wildlife once more stirs can testify to Nature’s magic fix. No chemicals from leaky porta-loos will seep into the grassed and flowery leas; and cows---usurped by punters swigging booze...

  Outstanding in Afghanistan The man rose up at break of day, His feet like thunder on the ground, He marched through heat along the way, But never heard the danger's sound. He ran through bases, full patrol, He watched for targets, cold and gone, He steadied breath and steadied...

  250 More My country, sweetest home I’ve come to know, Your wings have sheltered me, a foreigner. I came to you a migrant as a boy, Without the blessing of your government. But still you loved me, educated me, Prepared me for the tasks I bear today. America, I...

  Americans Cross the Rubicon   1. Preamble Be proud, be grateful that we’re here! We came In pain from stifling lands which we outgrew, And crossed the wildest seas that we might live. It’s madness to assume a stance of shame. We took vast risks and offered all we...

  Two Fateful American Coin Flips   Asa Lovejoy, Francis Pettigrew & The Portland Penny We settled on the banks of the Willamette, “The Clearing’s” what we called our settlement. “A better name could prove to be an asset,” Said Asa, and I shared his sentiment. “It’s 1845 and folks...

  Clarence Thomas, American Hero “The mob I now faced carried no ropes or guns. It s weapons were smooth-tongued lies spoken into microphones and printed on the front pages of America’s newspapers. It no longer sought to break the bodies of its victims. Instead it devasted their reputations and...

  What America Was Meant to Be We often hear what they said back then, no crown should rule over women or men, no single hand should hold that key, to bend the lives of you or me. No whim of power, no passing decree, should decide who lives in...

  America: 250 Years Should we commit to celebrate our birth? We’ve run so many laps around the sun, Yet in our nuanced realm upon this earth We may not cherish all that we have done. Our country, on the balance, stood for good. It claimed the peaks of freedom,...

  The Second Rain A grandly booming, flashing shower Comes flying in and promptly starts To soak the neighborhood an hour. This done, still rumbling, it departs. The garden plants, once somnolent, Are jostled wet awake and clean, While in long grasses skewed and bent Droplets shine and the day...

  Archaic Torso of Apollo by Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926) translated from German by Mary Jane Myers We'll never know his head, its mythic fame, the fiery ripening-apple eyes, although his torso casts a candelabra’s glow, the gaze now dialed down to a lower flame, its gleam preserved. Or else...

  The Council of Infinite Opinions A council met where certainty was banned, And every truth was shaped by shifting hand. “No fact may stand,” they spoke with measured breath, “Unless it bends to every shade of depth.” The wise withdrew; the louder filled the floor, Each syllable a carefully...

  The SCP Edition of Homer's Odyssey, translated by Michael Solot, is now being released as a historic audiobook---marking the first fully dramatized version of The Odyssey. Listen to the first book for free here: https://www.odyssey-illustrated.com/audiobook A new book will be released every Sunday for twenty-four weeks.  The entire audiobook...

  Not Small At All I’ve gained appreciation for the smaller things in life, The uneventful days when all is pleasant, free from strife. Where family’s fine and things I need work perfectly each time, While plans are all accomplished, and there’s calmness that’s sublime.     Human Nature? If...

  The Roommate It’s early morning (morning prayer): I hear Her in her room as now and then she sighs Or groans or mutters out a word or two (Quite indecipherable but flush with fear). At first disturbing, now it’s no surprise, A morning sound (as outside pigeons coo…). I...

  Pouting Polly Polly Esther finds her vesture positively snoring. Even worse, her purse looks like a tile of kitchen flooring. She’s not enthused about her shoes whose hues are lacking flair, And swears a hairless bear would never dare the ware she wears. Now Loafing Lester is a bear...

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning Has Second Thoughts How do I hate you? Let me count the flaws: I hate you for the sappy way you smile; Your limping gait, as if you had the yaws; Your vague uncertain dreaming, and the vile Habit you have of staying far too long...

  Then and Now The gallery faces return: I name their names, These powers invading dreams, who being dead Are more alive, because of what they mean, Than all the living, ignorant of need. King Arthur, Lancelot and Guinevere And a whole mythos for a Holy Grail; Achilles’ wrath, thoughts...

  The Ministry of Twee The Ministry’s role is to banish the soul _In poems the poets send in--- To snuff out the spark at the core of the stark, Extinguish the sear of a kiss in the dark, To vaporize tears in the lilt of the lark _And toss...

  Breath of Night A sullen breath pervades the night the rhythmic stillness I can hear where peaceful dreams grow wings in flight; the thrum of drumming in my ear the rhythmic stillness I can hear, it thumps within my hollow chest; the thrum of drumming in my ear the...

Among the Redwoods by Edward Rowland Sill (1841-1887) FAREWELL to such a world! Too long I press The crowded pavement with unwilling feet. Pity makes pride, and hate breeds hatefulness, And both are poisons. In the forest, sweet The shade, the peace! Immensity, that seems To drown the human life...

  Kaddish for My Father Yitgadal v’yitkadash sh’mai rabah… I’ve said the mourner’s kaddish now a thousand times To mark the 30 years since I last held your hand And hoped that you could hear me through the tubes and drone Of the machines that kept your weak lungs pumping...

  Canceled I reckon the outcome is just So cancel away if you must. It speaks to the fear That all Marxists adhere: "In our victimization we trust!"     Your Foundation Your foundation is timeless and true. Generations seek comfort in you. The Goodness you house, God's word you...

  The Diamond When Earth was young and life was new An alien forest clothed a land Where dreadful monsters crept and flew, All meant for my beloved’s hand. They went the way of all life, fell To earth, beneath earth to withstand A lightless, crushing, white-hot hell--- All this...

  The Dancer The dancer turns elegantly: her pivot light and feathery, her eyes as brilliant as a wren’s, her lithe form swanlike as she spins in ceremonial artistry. The dance is life, felicity, and also deep despondency. Away from falls, time and again, __the dancer turns. The nimble dancer...

  Chastity ‘My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.’ ---The Song of Songs, The Bible   1. Arise, O Sleeper, wake, when did you last Perceive the brushing breeze against your skin, A burning heat, the winter's icy blast, Another’s...

  Ode I.11 by Horace (circa 84-54 BC) translated from Latin by Mary Jane Myers Locónoé, the gods decree the destined lives of you and me. Toss out Chaldean horoscopes, we're not to know, though we have hopes. It's better patiently to bear the firm diktats of Jupiter. We might...

  The Bird with the Ugly Voice I kept a bird whose song was harsh and coarse, A jarring cry, a rasping, croaking force. I shut him in his cage beside the door, And hoped in time his voice might charm me more. I longed for melodies of sweet delight,...

  The Dryads The day we found the hoof-prints in the soil And felt the breath of dark, indolic heat, We dropped our implements of rustic toil And took the path marked by the cloven feet. The fields were newly garlanded in green, Swathed in the uncorrupted redolence Of Springtime,...

  Stories of Saint Anthony   Preaching to the Fish “Proud men have turned away, for they refuse To listen to you, Master Anthony.” “I’ll turn instead to shoreline avenues, And at the seaside preach to Rimini.” There gathered gobies, dentex, eel, sardines, Anchovies, mullet, mackerel, tuna, plaice, Piada and...

  An Englishman to World Cups Past That 1966 World Cup _is but a memory, awarded, so the Scotsmen claim, _to England, quite unfairly. Since then, our World Cup wilderness _has had its ups and downs. A dwarfish Argentinian _denied us further crowns as did the wily Croats of _the...

  Faux Pas after Don Paterson When I decanted red, not white, and she called me a fool I bit my tongue, remembering that bird from Liverpool who kept her infant near the cooker while a cauldron boiled for sanitising nappies that the darling child had soiled and how the...

Trip to Italy A Poetry Travel Journal by James A. Tweedie The trip begins on April 8 with a two-week trans-Atlantic cruise from Miami, Florida to Civitavecchia, Italy, with stops in the British Virgin Islands (Tortula), the Canary Islands (Tenerife), Barcelona, Spain, and Cannes, France.   Virgin Islands, Photo by...

  Spring Song Spring sings through the woods, her own special song Sometimes short ’n’ sweet and sometimes too long. It wafts through the branches, it hums in the trees It starts up the dancing of flowers and leaves. With dandelion choirs in yellow and gold The buttercups join in,...

  The Eagle He flies... so quickly, cutting the air’s depth with tawny wings, the messenger of Zeus—the eagle—bold, his thunderings, relying on his mighty strength, the wide lord covering the sky, beyond where other birds refuse such hovering. The great Earth’s mountain peaks do not hold him, in his...

  Good Night When you brushed and flossed and rinsed your teeth, _You gave nary a thought To a gap you almost never reach.    I am that spot. Those brilliant words you never said _Now rattling inside your head; But when you needed them, you froze. _I am those....

  Mothiavelli I’m thirsty for the fever of her kiss--- The neon sear---the lethal lick she brings. I burn to surf the heat of her abyss. I’ll skirt her scorch to shield my flimsy wings. I’ve heard the zap and breathed the sooty singe Of smitten kin who skimmed the...

  Poetic Justices: The Poetry of United States Supreme Court Justices by Adam Sedia In 1979, Justice John Paul Stevens of the United States Supreme Court remarked in an interview that “the best preparation for the study of law was the study of poetry, especially lyric poetry.” The relationship between...

  Blur The seconds tick, the minutes race, __The hours fly, __The days flash by, The weeks go at a breakneck pace--- __I wonder why __I even try; The months, the years, the decades pass, __All I’ve pursued __Becomes worm food; I strive to do it all---alas--- __I’m left to...

  The Cottage on the Ridge The gray mist lingers in the wooded vale And drifts across the piney hills at dawn, Infused with light, as daybreak sheds its pale First rays upon a lonely ridge, whereon A cottage sits in quiet solitude, Amidst the ancient landscape lush and green....

  Poem 5 by Catullus (circa 84-54 BC) translated from Latin by Mary Jane Myers Ah, Lesbia, lust’s our sweet pastime. Old codgers censure us en bloc. Their gossip’s worth not one thin dime. Dawn always breaks in each epoch, but our span’s brief. Life’s suns soon set, we slumber...