To the Class of 2021: A Graduation Poem by Benjamin Daniel Lukey
. Hardship and Destiny to the Class of 2021 The time is now at hand; the bow is bent To...
. Hardship and Destiny to the Class of 2021 The time is now at hand; the bow is bent To...
. Will this reclaim the long-lost Muse perched on the tree of I.O.U.’s? Can I now join Miss E. B....
. The Summer's ushered in to close Spring's tale;New chapters are revealed in nature's story. The seasons' story arc will...
Originally published in The Epoch Times by James Sale Very recently, I hosted a live online poetry event for New...
. On the Greek isle of Tilos are the ruins of the sanctuary of Pythian Apollo. Over them has been...
. The enemy has canceled me And yet, as far as I can see, I still exist, I am still...
. Default, to a Fault There are as many deeds I ought to do As there are jobs in urgent...
. To my friends on the wall who fought valiantly,We thank all the dead for ensuring we’re free.Remembrance, though fleeting,...
. R e w i n d... If time could suck the bullet from torn flesh, And pry its steely...
. He wakes up with the morning’s light, __stares at the empty bed. A ritual for fourteen years __since tears...
. Limerick I have lived my whole life about me And at last I can finally see That my choice...
. Haiku A grounded sparrow Wings hurt, head raised to the sky "Is this how I die?" . . A...
. I met the Sun this Maytime morning, it stunned the outside wall. Across the day I watched it yawning,...
. Moon Song Selene to Endymion Night, for ever, ever night. __Sleep as the Gods would sleep, __Beautiful boy; sleep;...
. A life alone is at its center bare, A quiet conversation with myself, A single, threadbare suit I always...
. The Spirit blazes in an upper room; A hundred twenty flames spout sparks to cast Christ’s wildfire on the...
. My count of sheep was off as twilight fell And father’s friend, Ben Ezra’s lamb was gone! I had...
. The State of Art The art world has completely turned around. Now critics blind themselves, or close their eyes,...
. My Texas Tempest Silver Lining It’s said that during times of heightened pain Your world contracts. You’ll find it’s...
. Isolde and the Men of Stone Who could believe, except on ancient trust? The stones grew pliant, yielding into...
. The Phones with apologies to Edgar Allan Poe Phones, phones, phones, See the people with their phones, Silver, pink...
. The Dove Returned The dove returned! The Earth is dry; A golden sun lights up the sky. This ark...
. A portent for our loss, this bird, so nigh Its end. The slowly creeping dusk had dared It to...
. Unimaginable written in celebration of the 100th birthday on May 16th of the Poet's mother, Marjorie Tweedie, a resident...
. My Paola’s love is constant as the sun That daily sheds its beams on hill and dale; No sooner...
. Apophis Apophis is the name of a near-earth asteroid that passed by our planet a few months ago, a...
. The Bunyip’s Spell A native girl of spirit strong, As graceful as the flitting fishes; Went swimming in a...
. For a Friend Fighting Cancer And so it seems before the dawn that darkness reigns and hope is gone....
. A Sonnet for My Son On Mother’s Day, I simply have to say I’m humbled by my role and...
. At Matins’ hour, the middle of the night,I woke, and soon found I was not alone;A man who seemed...
.For all my lifeI felt alone---Out on the road,As well as home. I saw couples With children near,Filled to the...
. Part II of the Coffee Trilogy. (Part I can be found here.) In the beginning was the Word, and...
. Today I spied you, red in beak and claw.You perched atop a roadside pole to dineOn scaly prey with...
. I asked the moon, "Do you feel all alone?" She said, "I have no time. I've lots to do....
. Six hundred years before Old Sarum fell, the might of Rome faced down the Gallic tribes on earthen ramparts...
. One Fate Ecclesiastes 9:1-6 Shall I portend, and shall I explicate What eyes can see themselves, ere they go...
. Prayer Of people who pray, Routinely or not, He wonders what the case is. Are they of belief Prayer...
. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q5FdfL8sVRM Like Abelard and Heloise Like Abelard and Heloise This woman has the gorgeous mind. Her touch of tenderness...
. Like a bell struck in the clear night, A voice that no one hears Tells me to leave my...
. The first soft days of Springtime greet my eyes __Like a young girl’s face smiling fresh and clean, The...
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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