Beauty

  Sarnia Bound To the Sarnian shores, I´ll set my course when the sky at dawn turns pale, And the...

  Mysterium Tremendum is a central idea in Rudolf Otto's "The Idea of the Holy" I muse upon the sea’s...

The above photographs were taken and submitted by New York City poet Joe Tessitore. We invite readers to pick one...

Mailied by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) How brightly nature Shines this morning! What radiant sun! How the fields sing!...

  Leo Yankevich passed away in December 2018. This poem was submitted by Sally Cook. Crows and leaves beyond the...

  The Constant Truth A Reflection on the Times of My Life   I. The Old Days A sheep filled...

He Wishes to Immortalise His Mistress by Michelangelo Buonarroti How is it, ma mignonne, (as we all know) that figures...

Spring In spring the crocuses broke out as bold As brass from refuge in their barren clay. They speared the...

  In a town by the sea, where the salt air’s free, Lived a widower and his daughter. She was...

Campaign of 1940-1952 True Cincinnati spirit is the love of hearth, the principles of isolation, a life in works of...

  I hear Boeung Kak has now been filled with gritty sand, turned mud, now earth. The lake’s become a...

Wind and Vanity after Ecclesiastes 1 My name is Solomon, and you may know me as the king of Israel,...

In every life Woe presses down, We falter then— Face to the ground. This woe in me— Am I alone?...

  after Dylan Thomas Let me go gentle into that dark night Let me not rage against the dying light...

Time Time to time to time—from tock to tick, to wall to window topple, stop, then stop: a tower, wrist,...

Ultimatum  To My Friendly Neighbor Regarding His Overly-friendly Pet* Dear neighbor, do you love your cat? (I'm sure you must,...

This piece is sponsored by KidSecured by Evan Mantyk and Kathy Brellan Lord Byron was born George Gordon Byron in...

  Daguerreotype An old once-treasured memory engraved On glass to keep the dying past alive. A fractal blink of time...

  Aglaia, Euphrosyne, Thalia I find them there, no longer young, Though neatly dressed and well preserved: Three sisters in...

by T.M. Moore   Our Image-hungry Age Increasingly, our postmodern generation prefers its communications to be in as few words...

Harvest Sonnet If, in June, clouds crack and seeping, Leak their cache upon beast and field, Surety no longer keeping,...

  This recording was made by M. P. Lauretta for the Southend Poetry Group in August 2019.   Sonetto n....

The wind and balmy breeze Blow softly through the trees. All the darkness of the night, Disappears in morning light....

Dodgeball "But we have the mind of Christ." 1 Corinthians 2.16 Sometimes my thought-life is a dodgeball game— except that...

  This is an abridged version of the original. A reading of the original can be found here. A chilling...

  This season’s colours will be brown and gold Fading to sepia, like a photograph. The leaves, still splendid, are...

A Treble's Song Is there a thing to match a treble’s song? The joy perhaps of spring-time larks in flight,...

  The skylight lets the nascent streak Of gold inside this darkened room; Some wisp of scent invades therein, A...

  Here stand I happ’ly on classical grounds, inspired; the voices speak distinctly in enchanted tone from worlds of today...

  Irrelevant If the room is the tomb then the elephant is irrelevant.   Haiku From my heart was shown...

Helen Keller (1880-1968) Your eyesight and hearing were gone, yet you felt just as blithe as a fawn ___when you...

A breeze came out of the North one day, and cried, "September's begun!" A breeze came out of the North...

Writer's Block I feel like I am plodding through cement; My mind is full of cotton batting. Dull, And dense,...

Sandprints Yes: Life is pleasure, life is grand, __Life is sweet and fleeting; Alike a stroll upon the sand, __Alike...

The Pain of Foreign Occupation The land lay naked under hobnailed boots Of German occupiers in The Hague. The Blitzkrieg...

. . Spoke the Mansion All around be the space of a halcyon day, Some salon where discussion meets wine...

  I. Is curiosity the bane of man As seeking knowledge often leads to woe? Do only fools pass their...

  "Progressive" mind accompanies the art Of writing poetry at present time. Great intellectuals from forms depart, And love free...

Keeping the Door Ant hordes scurried in purposeful files; Angry, alert, full to demonic marching: They came in batteries to...

Song of the Crab Nebula in celebration of 50 years after Apollo 11 Long before the first eyes ever saw...