Beauty

  Stone Walls Sometimes a Prison Make What might have happened once in Carolina To folks whose only wish was...

  The Garden of the Gods A Cywydd Llosgyrnog When storm clouds hid the Manitou*, They cloaked invaders from his...

  Lips, soft as velvet, primrose pink, Are rent the blue of bruising ink. They rive and crackle in the...

  On Reading Ginsburg’s “Howl” Once, I possessed an open mind, Which I assure you was my own. I used...

By Evan Mantyk Advertising for it is everywhere. If you haven’t seen it, you just haven’t been paying attention. A...

  The Old Westerns No more heroes on horses named Trigger No more rugged, chapped, white hatted figures The bad...

  The Oddity My pen and me set off to sea but washed up feeling useless; the cadent swell invoked...

  Dreams as a Child Remember our lives in dreams as a child, When tingled excitement tickled inside, Surging in...

By James A. Tweedie These days, William Cowper (November 26, 1731 - April 25, 1800) isn’t likely to be found...

  Glacier Sleeping mistress of the land, Whose long repose the ages span, We tread across your fissured gown Until...

When Horae's icy carpets sweep the dale And the heavy boughs shed their frozen tears, The earth is covered with...

  A Great Divide "...to form a more perfect union" I walk to the edge of a great divide and...

  I have been here before, when heaven cried, All my love and longing locked up inside, Where the green...

  Beauties sashay across the sand Norma Jean look-a-likes hand in hand Times before bikinis and thongs Transistor radios blaring...

Whenever Terror Strikes Whenever terror strikes, wherever death enshrouds the land, its people live in fright of crowded places. Masses...

Where have the roses gone from my garden? Look how those left freeze in cold winter wind; Nothing I can...

Sonnet XLI - Gifts of the Magi A grander throne than Solomon’s of old, Though wrought of rough-hewn wood and...

. . Winter Wore a Raiment White Winter wore a raiment white, Checkered blue as snow in shade, As he...

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (born February 27, 1807 - died March 24, 1882) was an American poet of the Romantic period. He...

  Lights The shining Santas smile in silver sleighs, With dazzling reindeer poised on roofs, midair; The phosphorescent elves stare...

  Bemused “Polyhymnia would not lift her veil, All my attempts at sacred poetry failed, Calliope did not lend me...

  Listen to the voice that speaks within your heart, a whisper set against the roaring tide; softly calls the...

What chilly breeze creates a shudder and crimson leaves begin to flutter down, down like butterflies 'till barren branches reach...

A Rondeau The big corn field was gone today: A machine crouched amid the fray Like a locust after a...

. Vermont A white wood house defines the slope.  The trees Have gone to red and flame.  A field beyond...

  The First Funeral It is with wonder when I think Of Adam, Eve, no childhood grown, Standing before the...

  A Christmas Card A distant clang; here comes the heat To chase the chill from hands and feet! A...

  Snow’s candid praise bedecks St. Florian’s Gate As Sobieski passes on his horse. It is the Eve of Christmas,...

  https://youtu.be/dVnGlUaitiY   You hear the sound of carols from afar. Bright bulbs and tinsel, cinnamon and cloves. Beyond a...

by Annabelle Fuller John Keats (born October 31, 1795 - died February 23, 1821) began life as the son of...

  Sharp lightning stabbed the clouds and pierced a hole that scorched the greening branches down below. Sun, much aggrieved,...

In Fall I Set a Stone In fall I set a stone upon a stone, As autumn rain dripped tears...

  An Ode to the Indian Soldiers ottava rima Be choking chill or burning heat; be rain or sleet; thou're...

Paperboys lack actual colleagues, but I was a part-time paper boy, and my mother, a part-time colleague. When I’d oversleep,...

By Sam Gilliland The Poisoned Chalice Let he who lips me then beware, My potion’s more than honeyed mead, One...

I Keep A Different List My neighbor counts his losses and his gains, but I keep track of raindrops when...

The Great Living Hell On Communism Under the radar I fly Thru' an ever more darkening sky Thru' the smoke from the volumes...

When Santa’s sleigh took to the sky, He saw a wonder by him fly: A Chinese Fairy dance on clouds And...

  The Buds of Life On Nightly News I saw a sight obscene: A seahorse in embrace with cotton bud,...

  For Bishop Berkeley & for Madman Blake First, the wind; then, the waves; then the shore —but the Mind—yes,...