Beauty

. The Canterbury Tales---General Prologue, Lines 1-18 by Geoffrey Chaucer (1343-1400) translated by Evan Mantyk When April’s sweetest showers downward...

. Mind Games---Three Cerebral Triolets  Propaganda  It wants your mind. It wants you blind. It warps and washes wayward brains....

. The First Spring Rain a rhupunt The first spring rain ends winter's pain; new growth again, the earth revived....

. This, Too, Will Pass This, too, will pass--- They like to say. This pain now here Will fly away....

. Incense I cast my words aloft this way and that, Imagining they’re incense offered sweet And fragrant, curling in...

. Guardians of the Sunset III. The years go down like liquor.  Drink and pour and drink again, and laugh...

. A Sonnet for My Nephew Your mother held you first, and then your dad, And after that, the nurse....

. May Day Note: Maypoles were a feature of ancient Roman festivals to mark the renewal of Spring. The feast...

. Apollo’s Lament He pounds his naked chest and looks for bones Suspecting that the bay tree is a sham....

. Apocrypha Two orbs in hand—one large, one small— He climbed the tower to the top. He let them go...

. Seasons of Change Our fervour was apricity’s embrace. As neon streaks awash a Nordic night, it flared unfettered through...

. Photo of Uluru / Ayers Rock by the Poet Uluru / Ayers Rock The winter outback chill of mid-Julys...

. With Boots On Soon after break of day an old man comes Trudging along the thawing roads of Cottage...

. All Out of Hope I am right here, Lord All out of hope. What of me now, Lord? End...

. Easter Monday Luke 24: 13 – 35 With hearts eclipsed by Friday’s three-day night And eyes still blinded to...

. The Prince of Peace     He braved each gouging lash and bruising blow Till scourged and bludgeoned flesh was raw...

. Easter 2022 In silence, night retires with a yawn— Its starlit labor blessed by God’s, “Well done.” And as...

. Sunrise at the Hollywood Bowl A sleepy son, a father who mourned still. Their first time greeting Easter since...

. Hymn to Aurora  1 Aurora, rise and cast your curls Of daybreak through the vapor swirls To drape my...

. Via Dolorosa for those who have suffered abuse. Where does one go to forget? Where does one go to...

. Sepulcher Jerusalem is built of prayer and quarried stone, From yearning, heartache, sacred scrolls and ancient bone--- The shuls,...

. Annunciation It’s not really an angel but a voice, Less heard than sensed, an urgent undertone That murmurs in...

. Rendering Ruins A barn abandoned, left to drift alone, wind torn and breached upon the reef of time; fields,...

. Tomorrow’s Poets by Enrique González Martínez (1871-1952) translated by Cheryl Corey Tomorrow’s poets will sing beyond all praise In...

    . https://youtu.be/PguXX2PRzvI . CREDITS Poetry: Emma Lazarus (1849-1887) Voice-Over: Katy Mantyk Photos/Footage: “Unveiling the Statue of Liberty Enlightening...

. The Flowers' Easter Debate Palm Sunday is the Flowers’ Easter, the day when they honored Jesus Christ entering Jerusalem....

. https://youtu.be/LllN9NflfR8 . Lost Song A compass that won’t point the way, And a map of the faraway skies… I...

. A Clamshell in Concrete  I was a child in kindergarten class. My mother held my hand as we trod...

. Parallel Man As I was going to the fair, I met a man with silver hair. The more I...

. Slivered Moon Slivered moon on slippers slides Across the skies on silver tides, Draping cobwebs over trees And coaxing...

. Love’s Seasons In the heat of the night, when conditions are right, __Gentle lovers will cuddle and spoon. It’s...

. Birdbrains a villanelle   “When you control a man’s thinking you do not have to worry  about his actions.” ---Carter...

. (See an explanation on what Sibyls are here.) . The Tyburtine Sibyl The Tyburtine sibyl has the iconographic attribute...

. Uncle Sam's Tomb after Samuel Coleridge's "The Knight's Tomb" (see below) Where will the grave of that great figurehead...

. Woman For years I’ve known exactly what it means To own the weight and wonder of my sex--- The...

. He Catches When We Fall! Of all life’s mysteries, The deepest of them all--- Not how high we've risen...

. Sleep Now the hour has come to lay me down Upon the waters of the river Lethe, To float...

. The Hypodermic For a poet, the pen is merely part Of the apparatus of addiction. He emulates the frozen...

. Quarantined Against the wind, our candles out, The smoke will rise, we have no doubt, Yet in the dark...

. Where Wonders Remain Snow crowns violet mountains that reign over trees, __Whose forests stand verdant and old; It ends...