Beauty

. A touch of wit is worth its writ in gold. We miss you, John, for being ever bold. You...

. “That must have been some cup of coffee!” ---Charles Ellik The coffee spins and I am not the same....

. Memories frozen in pinnacles glow, tattooed in lingering beauty and sorrow now fade by the light of forgotten tomorrows...

. The night before, old furniture And scrap wood set afire Smoke out the winter’s wickedness— An equinoctial pyre Of...

. The Second Roman Empire Those were the days, when Julius Caesar Saw a country and would seize her, And...

. This Brave American, Ashli Babbitt “It is the dead, not the living, who make the longest demands.” —Sophocles, “Antigone”...

. Lenin It’s late. He walks the lonely corridor in this part of the Kremlin with his cat hammocked in...

. Borealis Where Ursa Minor spins about its tail The cold-chill, sabled void of arctic nights Bestirs to life as...

. Lives There the Man after “Breathes There a Man with Soul so Dead” by Sir Walter Scott* by Roy...

. I watched as the convening mist rose twisting through the trees; It changed gray shapes and silhouettes, and shattered...

. . Kismet If I'd been younger, or you not so old, Or we'd met at a different time and...

. "He has made everything beautiful in its time. . ."  (Ecclesiastes 3:11) The sun shines so brightly on this...

. The poet has now escaped Hell, and has arrived in Purgatory or what he calls the StairWell. But he...

. Do they still dance on old walkwayswith lowered shoulders, mastered breathand almost martial, measured gazethough one that's bent on...

. I've battled beside Gilgamesh, the Bull Of Heaven slain by us. I've fought beside Achilles, hot beside a burning...

. . Who Knew How often I crushed autumn leaves Until I saw a robin drink From one that cupped...

Reviewed Book: Mostly Sonnets: Formal Poetry in an Informal World by James A. Tweedie, Dunecrest Press, July 2019 by Theresa...

. The Magpie’s Chorus With sunlight at full power And silence in the air, I sought a shaded bower, A...

. Eyes on the Prize __What time it is Can be determined only by the Sun. __The choice is his,...

. A Song of Saint Francis Good friends, I wander vale and hill The Master’s words upon my lip; My...

. Midday Dreaming The raindrops fall like teardrops from a sad and sodden cloud; Their spattering the sound of some...

. Of all Creation, who am I Who sins against Thee, Lord Most High? Of all that crawl, of those...

. As a child, they could not keep me from trees And craggy, tangled limbs and aching arms. I loved...

. Owl ensconced on oaken branch, A wingèd spirit rare, His gaze is wisdom: calm, intent, Bewitching and aware. Soulful...

.. Grauballe Man He lies exposed to view in this glass case Exactly as he lay three hundred years Before...

. Rush He was larger than life And it cut like a knife When his wife let us know That...

. Too long, too long, my love, Have we lain out here. Too long, too long, my love, Have our...

. These stones that like huge sculpted figures lie __Amid the trunks of moss and fern-clad trees, Eons of creatures...

  There is a scourge that permeates our midstWhich we cannot so easily dismiss.Elitists strive to elevate this curse;A type of...

. . Till rolling seas cease heaving high, The starry nights stop passing by, The universe is wrapped in flame,...

. L O V E... It’s not a dozen scentless hothouse roses. __It’s not a chocolate-box of sweet cliché. It’s...

. Among the many flowers in the vase, ‘Tis I—the flower with the pretty face, Full humor, sound stamen, and...

. . The Tale of the Rose (Excerpt) by Christine de Pisan (1364-1431), translated by Margaret Coats . This Tale...

. Fool’s Wisdom “I am fearfully and wonderfully made” ---Psalm 139:14 I am amazed at what some fools believe Who...

. All fruit is sweet as marzipan, and seraphs carol just for me, Each brook sings like a silver lyre,...

. “The Gift of Life” is a formal epic poem of 600 original Shakespearean sonnets, a tale about a love...

.. . Slow Verse No need to rush: These lines have lots of time. They never face a hanging at...

. You ask me “why?”---the question seems to burn like you were made to seek out novelty, to stimulate your...

. Charles Maurras (1868-1952) was a highly influential French poet, essayist, and political journalist. He edited the rightist paper Action...

. Blackwater River State Park A warm summer day. The kayak floats quietly. The cicadas sing. . . Nightfall at...