Beauty

. Sold I. Summer Honey Crush  Soft, silken lips shone from her screen last night. She saw them, plump and...

. The Street Cop's Choice Thanks for coming home to help me choose. I know my kids will always have...

. Tribute to a Poet for Leonard Dabydeen, an SCP poet who passed away on March 16, 2022. Read Leonard...

. Dueling Violins Yanni, Karen Briggs and Shardad Rohani live at the Acropolis in 1993 Anticipating each half-note he brings to...

. Happy St. Patrick's Day! Share your St. Patrick's Day Poetry in the comments section below. While writing and posting,...

. Heights of Passion Passion flowers white and purple Bloom where tendrils curl and cling To the overhanging myrtle Sheltering...

. Berenice for my mother, Berenice Stone Cook Indebted to a simple spark of life, You missed your chance at...

. On Sighting a Marsupial "Serve with: Turnip greens" —Joy of Cooking Opossums are so ugly that it isn’t clear...

. Two Poems for White Day On White Day, March 14, men in Japan present white gifts to women, in...

. A White Knight a triolet With fires of hope and spirit bright, who will stand up for what is...

. A North Indian Summer They ask of me to write a sonnet fine In praise of Summer and her...

. The Arch of Titus The Arch of Titus was constructed in 81 AD by the Emperor Domitian to commemorate...

. "I Heard Chapman Speak Out Loud and Bold" by Margaret Coats My title quotes “On First Looking into Chapman’s...

. Captured As Herbert writes in Love-joy there’s a view of grapes upon a vine.  But mine is this- the...

. Ex Nihilo Is a Joke “. . .it starts with an empty universe” ---Stephen Fry, Cosmos, vii An empty...

. Little to Regret When Time has stilled my body __Think of me now and then, Asleep beneath the wattle,...

. Pergola My vines entwined around your posts and beams of weathered wood the sun had silvered gray. My trunk...

. Memento, Homo… "There is no architecture in New Orleans, except in the cemeteries." —Mark Twain If we should go...

. Beneath the Tide The tidal basin ebbs and flows each dayAs if it were a sentient, breathing thing—A pas...

. Salieri on Mozart More wine, Signore... Should I say mein Herr? I know! French cognac. Spirits help me share...

. Spring The Spring is coming and each day Earlier falls dawn’s curtain grey Before the star-enchanted world Where, in...

. From the Tower by Francisco de Quevedo (1580-1645) | translated from Spanish by Elwin Wirkala Retired to these deserts...

. Come Winter, Come Come Winter, come. Lay this body down to rest. A squalling wind is blowing, north by...

. When words are sharp, and clash like iron blades, I swallow swords. I grimace, turn away. You fear I...

. Bluer Skies after Ogden Nash Spring ain’t sprung, the grass ain’t growed, The fields ain’t fit for man nor...

. Music of the Contours part of "A Double Unfinished Symphony" sonnet sequence The way that curls sway lovelier than...

. The Ugly Child Some poems “hit the spot” and please the crowd--- Relatable, well-crafted, poignant, funny--- They beg to...

. Gift for the Living The life that he led is a memory now, Subjugated by settled existence, With old...

. Flying Home Alas, I missed My flight back Home, After all these years In life I've roamed. I had...

. You’re In Control In all, you’re in control; your imperious charms Have inspired a near-insatiable itch in my arms...

. Tonight I Sail the Dreamy Sea Tonight I sail the dreamy sea Where we can find tranquility. The sails...

. I’m Here __Your smile, it hypnotizes. It rises with the Inca doves and sun. __Sleep done, your love surprises...

.   https://youtu.be/3XWcnISYGSE . Rondel for Saint Valentine's Day by Geoffrey Chaucer (c.1340–1400) | modernized in the original lyric form...

. An Oldie's Valentine Love Poem We met when she was seventeen, The fairest maid I’d ever seen. With eyes...

. To a Girl Named Olivia What shall I say to you of untold love In this more than empty...

. Road Trip I ride the countryside for you my friend. The white and yellow lines can’t separate The dots...

. No Going Back We feel our lives are slowly closing round Us when the nights grow longer than the...

. The Agony and The Ecstasy I beg among the lonely hours__oblivious to time and spaceand pace beneath the Sistine...

. A Winter Snow a rhupunt The white snow falls in swirling walls that so enthralls as in my youth....

. Ode to Joy My final symphony---my best by far!--- Which crowns a challenged life of brilliant works. Vienna’s finest...