‘The Devil’s Details’ and Other Poetry by Ron L. Hodges
The Devil’s Details There’s a devil in the details, Those traits we like to sort; There’s a devil in the...
The Devil’s Details There’s a devil in the details, Those traits we like to sort; There’s a devil in the...
Lullaby When you sang to your baby boy did other hearts not fill with joy those few who just happened...
The painful birth of motherhood So few have really understood Is but a shadow that foretells The pain our...
''A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself...
I used to be politer, but more boring, my friends say. They could take me anywhere. My conversation wasn’t overbearing....
At last, some time to catch my breath – a rest, a respite in the fight – How many...
From the White Cloud Poetry Society. Translation by Jennifer Zeng, rendition in formal verse by Damian Robin With all...
Sing me a sonnet of spring's first sweet kiss. Let me gaze at splendid colors around. warm sun touching my...
When spring arrives, the wildflow’rs start to grow In woods and fields, and by the country lanes. In reds and...
I am the shining star above-- The perfect ray of light. I am the wisest thought conceived, I am the...
When cathedral bells toll through the morning and sunlight touches steeples with its glare, and arrows on the town...
by James Green “Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That...
In the painting, she has turned to look back At where her lover’s corpse lies in the ground. Her face...
In dactylic hexameter Turgid the sea as it billows and foams in the face of the tempest. Wind-lifted wave-crests explode...
In my dreams, I always see you smiling, Your bright eyes twinkling like a million stars. In my dreams, there...
A Cello Knows Amidst the smoke and light and laughter Along the smiles and cheers thereafter A sound is bled,...
April 26 is Poem in Your Pocket Day, part of National Poetry Month. On this day, people are encouraged to...
The lamp holds sway along the shadowed streets A penumbra encircles its sweet shine As night rests softly like a...
From Lost Love & Other Lyrics A casida Sleep, the enemy of inspiration, An unlikely ally that hangs around, With...
Wee hours, when crickets tune their eerie cords and hoot the yawning owls at twinkling stars; the night-maid roves...
How Can We Know? A villanelle How can we know where we go when we die; Pondering signs, looking up...
Part 1 Between a teardrop and the heart, We sense our feelings weakened, mourn, For sadness as the tones impart...
“The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.” ~ Louis L’Amour You are not alone on this...
Heroes, Victims, and Poseidon The metre of ancient Greek poetry succeeds in “achieving a length and complexity that are...
Obituary Late summer, when the bumblebees begin to die, You’ll see them clinging to the petals of a flower For...
Glistening orbs Dance on air Drifting skyward Without a care Iridescent spheres Shimmering bright Reflecting prisms In the sunlight Luminous...
Canto 1 is the provisional name for a sequence of 33 Cantos that James Sale is attempting to write in...
A sonnet of longing and of a glimpse of hope. July 17, 2016. We looked imploring to the starless sky;...
By David B. Gosselin William Shakespeare (baptized April 26, 1564 - died April 23, 1616) is arguably the greatest writer...
Pigeon Cove, MA 1948 Above, the sky, remote and pure, Below, the earth, steadfast and sure. Between the two, the...
He pressed a rounded stone into my hand. He said, "Take care of this," and turned away To...
I know why the red rose weeps Why she hides her tears in dew As the summer breezes sweep...
April Fools Easter: April 1, 2018 In dark Gethsemane I was betrayed By Judas’ kiss. I was arrested, tried, Found...
(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) On Secretaries of State: Falling from Grace by Brice U. Lawseed Across the...
. . The Sun The face above that shone below From space to hover, cast a glow And warmth afforded...
Miles hastatus (spearman) of the Legio Decima Fretensis, stationed in Roman Judaea, A.D. 33 Vere, filius Dei erat iste. —Roman...
This Collar, Blue My elbows leak with grease And all my toes are laid with steel I'm rough of neck...
See the Music Mysterious the inner eye that hears the dancers flying by across the stage in grand jete' as woodwind, horn...
About the Lady Godiva and her famed naked ride through Coventry Once in the town of Coventry, Leofric Earl had...
by Jane Blanchard George Herbert was born into a well-to-do and well-doing family of Montgomery, Wales, in 1593. When he...
What a piece -- sad, despairing, and yet at the same time triumphant with the cockiness that Kip Anderson always…
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Roy, your final statement that war "reigns supreme" rings true. I have often thought that war is the more natural…
Roy, I really admire this poem and the insights it expresses. It moves along metrically at a nice clip --…
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