‘On Romantic Longing’ and Other Poetry by Martin Rizley
On Romantic Longing* Was it when autumn filled the air With musty smells and chimney smoke, This feeling in...
On Romantic Longing* Was it when autumn filled the air With musty smells and chimney smoke, This feeling in...
_ Pope Urban II Sonnet-Speech, Clermont, 1095 Oh Noblemen, I’m charged by God to warn that Christendom is threatened by...
Thank you to everyone who participated! This was a great effort for a meaningful purpose: the recent burning down of...
Introductory Note These paraphrased translations represent three short poems composed by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, a person so well-known...
A Wheelchair They kept their car-doors shut and windows closed, Nor left their house but stayed inside, disposed To hide...
On Marriage I married a girl named Sue And alas! She married me too! As Then, So...
On a Turtle of Broken Jade The tiny turtle made of milky jade Was smuggled by Jun’s parents from...
Thoughts following a visit to the World War 2 National Cemetery at Colleville-sur-Mer, Normandy, France. Eugene Ovid Lambert was...
Remember, Remember… by Susan Jarvis Bryant No thankful foot falls on the London street In honour of our brave...
Shooting Star Upon the early fall of night my eyes behold a shooting star, electric streak in twilight sea, now...
The complete new translation can found from Hackett Publishing here. My poem sings of one man forced from Troy by...
originally published on November 2, 2020 on MacKenzie Lyric Poetry Where shall they hide now, the merchants of death, Who...
Perfectionist Inclined Maligned by self-encasing brine, defined By certainty's demise, self-image lies Within a shrine. Perfectionist inclined, I crouch...
Yearning for Castles and Gargoyles Among the towers never made of ivory, protruding lewdly over walls of mottled stone,...
Retired I’ve lost the ship I banked upon to shield me from this stormy world. For I’ve since crossed...
Context Is Everything When you attempt to cut some string A hammer doesn’t do a thing— Jackknives matter. When...
The American Revolution: An Epic Poem Chapter I Chapter II by Andrew Benson Brown Chapter III: The New-World Mercury...
Autumn Ecstasy In ecstasy has autumn come With burning bush, chrysanthemum, And quaking aspens shaking fast While crackling oak...
A family that I read about Lost everything acquired. Their house, collections, photographs, All vanished in a fire. Thank...
You’ve grown up in the public school system, and it shows. You are sensitive to the world around you,...
On voting day, we hope the nation’s __red---a bright vermilion. Let’s count the reasons to choose Trump. __There are...
Vocations Always there are things we should be doing; Others, though, are better left unfinished. Also, there are ends...
The Immigrant As his ship now departs to cross over the sea, He looks back as he fondly remembers...
after Chesterton's "Lepanto" Note: Cahaba Run is a river in Alabama Dogs dash in black and tan through clouds...
Ego Feci Hoc A man, I was, of flesh and blood and bone, Nine-hundred years ago, I lived and died;...
The Reindeer The reindeer winter-cries in vain for his lost mate His cry turns brittle frosty-mist, ascends the clouds....
On the PBS TV Series 'Bob Ross, the Joy of Painting' I float, as happy as the clouds, Upon...
Retired K-9 When I was young, you kept me in a cage. But as I got a little calmer, older,...
What if I do compare you to a rose Or summer’s day or beauty like the night, Or drone of...
Brave, brave, Charlotte Corday, took upon herself to slay that man of revolutionary violence, Jean-Paul Marat. On July thirteenth...
When springtime has come to the high mountain ranges The melting of snow bares the landscape to changes; And...
While Sitting by Her While sitting by her sometimes I would eye Her dextrous fingers plying to and fro...
The harvest of an ancient past can waft to mind as we enjoy a measured taste of last year's...
To write of love, or speak of other things Like life or death, or such philosophy As might stir...
…anulbaṇáṃ vayata jóguvām ápaḥ. Weave ye the singers’ work without a knot. —Rigveda 10.53.6 Those pale cream swaths of handmade...
Ethics Lesson 101 by Caud Sewer Bile Kenosha, Portland, Oakland. Minneapolis, New York: Don’t blame their Democratic mayors; they...
In the first World War, taking and holding the high ground was everything. The battle of Messines Ridge, in Belgium,...
The Mid-Autumn Festival, also known as the Moon Festival and corresponding to the Harvest Moon in the West, falls this...
Postponement I disappoint some folks of whom I’m fond, But I, in turn, am irritated by The nebulous assurance...
Odyssey of Theodicy It is a strange fact, clearly biblical— In this case God’s will is most puzzling: At...
I particularly like the feel of the seasons 'entering', as if through a door, the previous season saying adios, announced…
I should mention that back in 1963, I and my mom and "Aunt Ingeborg" went together to see the film…
Beautiful thoughts. So glad you have shared them in a lovely poem. Your bio tells me you are surrounded by…
Lauren, this is a very lovely and moving piece - and the very challenging unforced rhyme-scheme is a bit of…
This is like a song with interesting last lines of verses rhyming.
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