Beauty

  This Luxurious Empire Vesuvius, you have destroyed a world! __With roars of fire and thunder, hails of ash, __You've...

  What curve, what contrapposto, shift of weight, Recalls the tusk from which some Gothic hand Had carved the Paris...

  for Mark F. Stone and all his pets The duck has special properties: Like water off its back; If...

  Unbridled Change O tempora! O mores!... Fuit ista quondam in hac re publica virtus... ---Cicero, First Catiline Oration These...

  The Author He portrays a lonely figure In his cottage by the sea With his pencil and his paper...

  A Soliloquy on Modern Poetry  I write this, a soliloquy Regarding modern poetry. I don’t appreciate the terse Disheveled...

  Waters of Irvine and Annock, flow with my tears, West to the Firth of Clyde and Arran: Soon, soon,...

  Now breaking through the crust of snow, pale messengers appear To herald with celestial glow the springtime of the...

  My Coat---a Haiku God pays no heed to disguises He can see through--- I've worn myself out.   The...

  Orchards Let Light In “Oh to be like ‘The Man who Planted Trees’” There is a grove that in...

Psalm CIV: Benedic, Anima Mea O praise the Lord, my soul. The aspens sigh As high above Mount Axtell in...

On a Bereavement I Mourning Sickness Can anybody say how long it lasts, This numbness that deceives while it relieves...

  20 January 2020 My father died, just yesterday, and mom About a year ago; I’m filled with grief For...

  In a time long ago, where the high myrtles grow, Lived a tribe of the Bellenden Range. While below,...

  Icy, biting breezes cut like knives; Sea-spray wave crests crash upon the shore; Silent, unseen clam and crab life...

  Through barren fields, beside the ruins of man, The sunlight hardens stains of blood and gore; Macabre deeds that...

  I have been bid into the House of Song To merry-make at Inspiration’s fest Alas! I fear my raiment...

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translated by Leo Zoutewelle To you my word will be reproached as lie, Maliciously: “who left you so maligned, In...

  A Truly Perfect Love My fingertips caress your hair and I no longer have a care about what happens...

Aranjuez (ar-ON-wess) has been one of the estates of the royal family of Spain. It is near Madrid and the...

  Five Rivers to Cross I sat down by the river Styx to wait upon Phlegyas, ferryman of old, among...

  By lamplight through the long night hours, he kept his vigil by her side, His love still fresh, though...

  Poland Brave nation, strong and proud you stand, a Boulder in the stream One nation, people hand in hand,...

translations by Alan Steinle Translator's Note: This poem (“Tres cosas”) was originally written in Spanish by Baltasar del Alcázar (1525-1606)....

  To Whom It May Concern Who writes letters anymore, and in verse? I don't care whether you like it...

O, Where Is Love? by James A. Tweedie O, where is love? You’ll find it in the pain _That binds...

  I thought and thought of pride and pride began to grow and over-ride my common sense until I thought...

by Michael Curtis | excerpted from Occasional Poetry Tradition grows from wisdom, from the accumulated experience of millennia; in poetic...

  a rubaiyat Step gently O' my boy, this 's your first day... light-footed sweet and slow... on sinking clay....

  a villanelle The mortal eyes in time shall wilt away, as fast as breath retreats its kiss from glass,...

  The Absolute and Relative Argue with repartee: Ultimate One or Ground or Truth, Or relativity? Through the Hubble’s stupendous...

  The Park Northern pintails brushing blue, the crescendo of their wings, weaving windsong into words some say that, “Up...

  Ilaria Del Carretto was the second wife of Paolo Guinigi of Lucca. Her sepulchre lies in Lucca’s Duomo San...

  The Problem with Socialism Upon Reading Charles Murray's Coming Apart Some sit on clouds and moonburn as they dream,...

  Part 1 I wished I’d had a shotgun as I looked out of me window To level at the...

A Child’s Winter Inventory Winter ‘87-’88 Twittering birds; Chattering teeth; Snow coats the trees In an icy sheath. Glittering snow,...

  While walking through the Grand Bazaar In Istanbul, I came upon A man whose name was Al-Jafar. His friendly...

Sonnet for a Homecoming Best way of all to be welcomed back at last, Returning home from months of life...

  The autumn sun warming keeps rose bushes forming well into the days of December, but frost without warning one...