‘I Don’t Know Why I Think Things Will Get Better’ by Geoffrey Smagacz
. I don't know why I think things will get better. I'm always holding on to flimsy hope. I've held...
. I don't know why I think things will get better. I'm always holding on to flimsy hope. I've held...
. At Brighton Beach the seagulls fly, they soar and circle in the sky; they swoop and steal the punters’...
. Raise your quill to the sky like a madman’s harpoon— Super tempered in blood and the blackest of wine...
. Regrets and Repercussions Inconsequential are the things we do Sometimes, or things we don’t, we don’t know why. So...
. A Summary of Oedipus the King by Sophocles, and Notes This play, no doubt to Sophocles’ surprise, When first...
. from Eternal Spring Once upon a time in space God contrived the human race, Gave two things to help...
. I This crucifixion hides the anguish. Racked With pain, belied by bloodless hands and feet; Intolerable torments, they compete...
. On Lonely Paths On lonely paths I like to walk, beneath pure azure skies, Where white clouds stretch like...
Winner and Runners-up of the Society of Classical Poets 2021 Haiku Competition Judged by Margaret Coats (see her remarks below)...
. Sean who passed away this week in Honolulu, Hawaii Although there are a few who’ll grieve and mourn, Who’ll...
. Most schoolgirls, street-people, attorneys, and Bachelors of Art are aware that Thomas Jefferson composed what is likely the most...
. Prayer of the Guilty Poet Before I put these words to ink, Be still, my pen, and let me...
. a rondel It's funny how a day can go so slow, and yet a year just simply seems to...
. At the Temple of Yue Fei Behind, a lake unstirring sleeps; Ahead, grey fog and budding leaves. A jade-green...
. Lost and Found I’ve lost myself but in the course, I’ve found a sanctuary glowing, aspen golden. To me,...
. The Secret Garden Beyond these ivied walls grows naught but heather Gorse and broom, the moors engulfed by blows...
. There never was a night so long When time went crawling by. The Arctic wind came howling in Across...
. Geese on the Moor On Laddow Moss the April air is cold And still. A single pair of wayward...
. “Come with me, child, past all this camouflage.” “Is there a secret garden there, Grandpa?” “Not quite. It’s just...
. after “Ballade of the Unborn Child” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox I wrote by hand my lines of verse, __Just...
. A burst of laughter slips into an echo past the tinny bells and rattling glass of Joe's, my corner...
. Running round ruins of things long forgot, These tried, tiring times---who can make an end? Can read the scroll...
. If We Knew It All . . . Where do dreams go when we wake up? Where does time...
. Hagi at My Study Window hagi or bush clover, a symbol of poetry, blooms as summer turns to autumn....
. Far from the city’s ceaseless bustle— __That’s where the eagle flies! Borne by the means of plume and muscle—...
. The Argument: The Poet, with Dante and Virgil, has arrived on the third step of the StairWell, or Purgatory....
. I stand upon the Bridge of Sighs as teardrops fill my weary eyes and think of life that used...
. Farmer, Unpack the dormant forces quiet days Have put aside and stoke the smothered fire Whose soot fanned out...
. Three by Heraclitus I Offend yourself with mirrored knowledge (where’s that face you wore at college?) and your sense...
. A hundred tongues of smoke--- Translucent wisps, lithe specters--- __Rise, snaking languidly, Curling, grasping like tendrils At the light...
. an excerpt When battle rages hot, the charge will sound. An army must not let itself break ranks, Although...
. in response to Traditionis custodes (“Guardians of the tradition”)---the new motu proprio issued by Pope Francis on July 16,...
. When softly my sustaining comfort stirs Herself to offer solace coveted, Advancing toward the left side of my bed...
. Rondeau The rondeau echoes its refrain in a subtle way, just as rain at times will fall, not in...
. Winners announced here. Write a haiku and post it in the comments section below. The haiku must adhere to...
. Rain Song by Klaus Groth (1819-1899) Pour, O rain, pour down to earth, Give my childhood dreams rebirth, When...
. Da Vinci’s lauded “Savior of the World”— Commissioned by the King- Louis of France, * Entombed for years by...
. ⬙ Judged by Cynthia Erlandson See all entrants here. ⬙ . FIRST PLACE WINNER ($100) . A Slight Deviation...
. While Waiting Through the Night This morning, searching on the laptop, I Found notes I made upon the night...
. Lucky It stormed around our house last night, The lightning turned the black sky bright. Tornadoes came to join...
Tyuchev in München witnessed the convulsion of Europe from his diplomatic post, where he once wrote a poem on Cicero,…
Brian, what a delightful display of poetic craftsmanship! I particularly enjoyed how the relentless rhyme scheme in "Aunt Ingeborg" mirrors…
Like wow! I dig that poem, man.
You have unearthed a treasure for me with which I had familiarity. Your fascinating tale with exquisite rhyme, I compared…
I never had an Aunt Ingeborg, and that's a good thng, because in many respects I would have pissed her…
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