Beauty

Of All God’s Living Creatures Of all God’s living creatures only we With subtle artifice create our style Of dress...

a villanelle Ye let it flow, the bitter brine, let flow! How long you hold it back, those snowy streams!...

inspired by “The Lady of Shalott” by Tennyson Part I The forests loom at Nottinghamshire. The river oaks still aiming...

The Moon Festival, also known as the Mid-Autumn Festival, is a traditional holiday that celebrates the Harvest Moon (the full...

. Quiet Night Pondering by Li Bai (701-762) A bed before the bright moonlight. Does frost below lie on these...

by T.M. Moore I had just finished teaching one of the adult classes at our church on the meaning of...

  Today I strolled upon the shore Where Grandad walked in days of yore; Along its sandy, glossy sheen Where...

Originally published here. ALBUQUERQUE, NM — July 27, 2019 — Sonnet 5, a marriage poem from MacKenzie’s Sonnets for Christ...

Cape Horn They lifted anchor, spread the sails, __Quit shores where they were born, Bound for spice isles from doubtful...

Anonymous Diagnosis In ancient China, a sense of propriety did not allow women of high social status, and women in...

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  Pale would be the water ____Reflecting only skies, Gracing not the splendor ____Of your enchanting eyes. Pale would be...

An Open Letter to a Fellow Poet for Adam Sedia But why against one poor poet, a hundred men? —Cyrano...

  Learning Experience The world is filled with rules For making things; and schools Where ziggurats of thought, Erected there,...

Love Song for a Grapefruit Dear Grapefruit, I of late have been untrue, Seduced by sweet confections of all sorts;...

I. The Evacuation of St Kilda The remote island community on St Kilda had existed for thousands of years in...

When our new park enticed me to a walk I saw a dandelion on the trail. Its yellow bloom hung...

  My father woke the day that he __Was in the forest born To find that all gentility __Was from...

Haiku   When a newborn cries, locked in a room by itself, does it make a sound?   Fog enshrouds...

Evening Stroll by P.C. Boutens (1870-1943), written in The Hague in 1909, translated by Leo Zoutewelle We wandered much too...

  The Moon, torn from the Sun, her only lover, Rose, starry-eyed and weeping beams of light, A mourning widow...

After the Rain After the rain, it’s time to walk the field again, near where the river bends. Each year...

The Devil at Woodstock I was a mere sixteen that Summer day We all piled in a beat-up car and...

Gray I feel a certain loyalty to gray. Gray days, gray sweaters, cars - gray everything. Gray soothes and calms....

  One interesting question is ‘why poetry, specifically?’ I am currently writing an ‘epic’ called The English Cantos, and I...

  Do I remember him? How could I fail To think of that tender boy, handsome and hail, Zealous and...

An ode to Johann Sebastian Bach (1685-1750) Sebastian: from Greek “venerable” I touch the pages of your music. Then My...

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  Two Laws In this imperfect world who suffers less: A good man wrongly jailed with conscience clear? Another whose...

  Two mass shootings took the lives of twenty-nine this afternoon. Fifty-one (at least) were injured, every life cut short...

  Giacomo da Lentini is a Sicilian who is generally considered the creator of the sonnet. This translation is by...

"Made in China" “Made in China” reads the label— Shattered on the coffee table: Some cheap and broken plastic toys...

Poet's Note: These five sonnets and song are the product of a four-week journey taken in June to Ireland and...

Roots in the Sky, Boots on the Ground: Metaphysical Poems C.B. Anderson, Kelsay Books, 107 pages paperback, ISBN-10: 1949229688 2019,...

  The Teacher to His Students The traffic light turns green. Your car won’t budge. You’re either texting or completely...

Dust My soul clings to the dust. Ps. 119.25 How like the dust my soul can be. I see it...

  Theseus Amazed Around corners through archway and gate Sensing forever the enemy’s mind Poised to avenge the innocents’ fate...

  inspired by John Masefield’s “Sea-Fever” (1902) I will go down to the bush again, where the days hang crisp...

  a modified English Alexandrine An ancient apple tree in my unkempt backyard Has skin pocked like the moon by...

  Soaked in silence, sunbeams through the shutters, dust floating softly. Stuffy, flecks of mold and rust sticking here and...