Two Poems on Cardinals, by T.M. Moore
. Cardinals The cardinal is my favorite bird.They mate for life, or so I’ve heard.You hear them sing antiphonally—it’s like...
. Cardinals The cardinal is my favorite bird.They mate for life, or so I’ve heard.You hear them sing antiphonally—it’s like...
. Doctor Subtilis ---Blessed John Duns Scotus (1265--1308) A proud and canny Scot from Duns am I, an infant when...
. Another Species Each time you felt some shame you could confess The sins you had committed, but instead You...
. The Prayer Blanket ---as related to me by my friend Tim Cassar, who recently survived a brain cancer operation...
. Together The windows of our dawning day_Let light in through the dew,But outdoors ambling in cool air,_I knew that...
. The Comings and Goings of Heaven and Earth Clouds’ movement in the sky, the sight of birds, phenomena that...
. Periwinkle Don't know that I was on the spectrum, no, But I was weird. I read too much and...
. Salmon Skin _Laid temptingly Upon a china dish, _Poached perfectly, A long, pink flank of fish. _Its scents amaze....
. The Weight of a Father . I. The Smell of Sawdust On bawling-brother, busy-mother days, The saint who slew...
. When the Child Appears by Victor Hugo (1802-1885)translated from French by Bruce Phenix When the child appears, the family’s...
. Durus Frater, Alma Mater Spring forward to where former arch-rivals Fall back on tall stories of the travels They...
. Time and Place He gave me his coat once in Dublin At dusk in a damp, chilly draft. We...
. Soldier of the Rising Sun Date/Location: February 19, 1974---Uninhabited jungle, Lubang Island in the northern Philippines. The matter: Believing...
. Double Rondel for Pentecost Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! O fire that warms my soul, You burn within to turn...
. In Urbe Hortus ---June afternoon in the South Garden of the Art Institute of Chicago Hard stone and brick,...
. In Her Fair Foundry, Nature Forges Art by Claude Gaspar Bachet de Meziriac (1581-1638) translated from French by Josh...
. To a Virginia Bluebell You nod to me across the trail That runs before my garden seat. With clustered...
. A Walk in Solitude I strolled a path in solitude As snow and frosty winds renewed. The night was...
. Song of the Heron by Ueda Bin (after the French of Emile Verhaeren) translated from Japanese by Yoshikaze Kawakami...
. Forsythia Fading ---after Robert Frost and A.E. Housman Green leaves push yellow blooms away. Bold colors leave, their lives...
. On a Raging Storm Storms raged in the eastern U.S. in Spring of 2019. Is it a freak of...
. Ten Pennies Per Paper Poppy ---a childhood memory of Memorial Day Ten pennies per paper poppy I helped my...
. The Genesis Wind ---written in the wake of Hurricane Milton I close my eyes to better gauge the gusting...
. What the Caterpillar Calls the End ---for those who are becoming The light grew dim, the air grew still,...
. Sonnet XIII On days you do not need my sound embrace, When tenderness and warmth envelop you And Fortune...
. Young Catherine’s Vision ---on St. Catherine of Siena Invested with the Dominican Habit by Giovanni di Paola A maiden...
. Sally November rains brought to our basement door From the woods some pleading, needy eyes Staring from a fur...
. Bonanza The March of rains has staked its claim, its boast _To brag upon these thousand hills, and opened...
. Going Home to Campania I come back to my cool and quiet road, Testudo-shielded by umbrella pines, Where pavement...
. The Spring Has Come The mating call of the black-capped chickadee (a North American songbird) sounds like "Hey, Sweetie!"...
. Ghost Town With phantoms, I have lived for far too long. Both day and night, I’ve sighed, without a...
. The Sky _I'm watching the storm_From the sea coming in,Windy and rowdy and gray._The raindrops begin_And the gale makes...
. Riverside Breeze ___How beautiful you look __Browsing the flowers one by one _While lying down along the babbling brook;...
. Pollinator When swift spring breezes suddenly excitethe conifers out back, they really comealive in dips and bows and surges...
. Back to the Greenwood The spring has come to England once again But I am far away and cannot...
. Zips and Zooms The hummingbird both zips and zooms To search for nectar in the blooms Of flowers that...
. How I Spent My Spring Vacation: Poetry and Photography by James A. Tweedie . It Begins 45 Days Surrounded...
. Heritage I’ve never asked for anything The living soil does not provide. I don’t want cash; I don’t want...
. An Ode to Silay Cathedral bells now toll, And horses march the streets, The crowd has filled the hall,...
. High Society The Cornelius mansion on Park Avenue, New York City, Sunday, August 22, 1886 A derby hat; a...
I love the picture painted by these two narratives. They remind me of the hymn "How Can I Keep from…
Thanks, Roy, You've hit the nail on the head; my poem is like a song! I modeled Summer's End on…
Margaret - Your gift of wisdom and insight is certainly appreciated and heard. :) I love that you reached past…
Thanks Paul, That is exactly the image I intended. This poem is the first successful attempt, though it is certainly…
Thank you, JD, I used quotation marks to distinguish between the characters and the narrator. I thought it would be…
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