Beauty

. O Happy Glass Another soul inside a glass deep red— I think on Provenance, effect and cause: Do you...

. Kilkenny Castle A moat runs dry revealing secrets buried those conquerors and conquered knights had known. The past, a...

. Making All Things Orderly Stare at grey clapboards in unbroken rows That seem to follow the unceasing sound Of...

. Heliotrope Phaeton, son of the god Helios, attempted to drive his father’s celestial chariot. His inexperience caused him to...

. With How Sad Steps from a Philip Sidney sonnet With how sad steps, O Moon, you climb the skies!...

. Nest Egg The things for which I hoped have come and gone: The power to express a cogent thought;...

. —like his saddle, hat, and spurs No silver on this cowboy’s working saddle; borne bedrolls, stray calves, and dry...

. Am I, am I beautiful? Surely my face qualifies: Forehead pearly bright to rise Over sweetest lips cerise. Tell...

. https://youtu.be/9VRUjxFxQ2A?list=PLfUp4UiBMcEZC4Hgnr33FpijP5W5mRNo6&t=102 “A star!” the wise man shouted, “Look, a star!” forgetting the hour and his solitude, or else too...

. O Say Can It Be? "How long you been suckin’ up oxygen, friend? For seventy years? Well now that’s...

. Brimstone I sniff a whiff of brimstone in the tone Of smooth effusions oozing from his tongue. A lick of sulfur clings like stale cologne To slickest syntax eloquently...

. Birds in Flight by David Whippman “Free as a bird,” that's what we always say, "It's time to spread...

. Dirge for a Dying Diva Who’s alive now who ever heard the voice That once adorned La Scala and...

. This poem is inspired by a column in The Epoch Times written by John Falce, entitled “The Experience of...

. She is not a she in the Silver State. Never shall be. In the bones of her heart He...

. From the Bay of Naples To Titus Caesar and the Senate, Hail! Gaius Pliny brings you news most dire...

. Amber Song I come from amber, Baltic gold, A gem but not a stone, And not a thousand ages...

. June in memory of Johnny Cash (1932--2003) Johnny was no average guy, __The troubled man in black. His life,...

. The roar of battle rends the moonlit skyWith distant thunder as of cannons booming.And bursting, crashing, popping salvos flyAbove...

. The Future's Illumined by the Deeds of the Past inspired by a quote from Alexis de Tocqueville The future’s...

. Nothing’s had by show of fear, When another way is clear: Courage to pursue the best When one’s met...

. On Death and Life not by John Milton Ere Death’s foul fetters drag me to my tombAs fodder for the...

. The Carnelian Ring: A Still-Life Footfalls echo in the memoryDown the passage which we did not takeTowards the door...

. A teardrop's such a little thing, __and yet its burden varies depending on the weight of the __emotions that...

. Ill Wind The wind, no friend, assaults us so unkindly And suffers nothing to abate its force, Though boys...

. Listen to "Arrow Song" by Gunny Markefka, with lyrics from Longfellow. "Arrow Song" is from his album Arrow Songs,...

. The Hanging Tree The story of these bones is clear--- More than one deer was butchered here, Hung from...

. . The Blackbird So what can make this joyous songbird sing That cannot but proclaim its blackbirdhood? In fairest...

. Contemplating Aristotle Contemplating a Bust of Homer He stands enwrapped in luminous shadowed light, A woven cord of gold...

. “Daddy! There’s the big yellow ‘M’!” “May I take your order ple---?” “One Big Mac, Coke and fries!” Dad ...

. Our Father loves us, one and all. He lifts us when our spirits fall. He knows the song of...

  Raison Du Jour Reason is like tea.It’s best at four o’clock,Which is an hour before cocktailsAnd two hours before...

  Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, cameTo bless new student housing on The Mound.Despite his title and his royal name,Despite...

. No Letters "An odd thought strikes me: we shall receive no letters in the grave." ---Dr. Johnson, from Boswell’s...

. Francesco, is it you? Be confident. Sorgue vineyard pathways never were too dusty __For you—plump face and figure lusty....

. When soldiers die,They give two lives.The one they had, And one denied: The spouse not met,The child unknown,The life unsaved,The...

. The mystic steed gave chase to red-eyed day, His forelock flying in the morn’s raw gust. Providence, my constant...

. Storage and Retrieval In the dank cellar of the human mind Are stored a lifetime’s worth of rusted tools...

. “I want answers. I want all the words the poem whispers to be made flesh, to sit opposite me,...

. Fostering Faith Will you slip through the system’s wide cracks Like a ball down a driveway’s storm drain? Will...