Beauty

Marv’lous Melody I read the words all leaping from the page And hear the joyful rhythm in my head But...

  In Defense of the Aesthetic Sense When lovely melodies arouse and wake My dormant bliss, or true words do...

Dedicated to Falun Gong practitioners who have peacefully resisted persecution by the communist regime in China for 17 years, since...

The waking’s spun with webs of urgent lure And sleep is shriveled dreaming marred by fear. The life allows the...

  C0d0s0 By Leweca Derusbi The Chinese hackers who are known as the Codoso group are infiltrating sites across the...

Lost The angel’s cry, the devil’s kiss: How did you let it come to this? You claimed the darkness too:...

  When the wind blows true through the land Rustled leaves hold trees that withstand Tempered gusts with vicious intent....

Jaded I Lay Jaded I lay prostrate in bands Constructed of my self-frustration: The morning waned; so too my elation,...

Anasazi Mesa castles in the sky Where paintbrush blooms and eagles fly. A people's passage marked in stone; Artifacts of...

Cribbed Agency (After a grating entrée) No matter how I madly strove to make sense of the garlic clove the...

. . Lone Cypress, Pebble Beach Crack of stone for rest and bed, Wrack of storm unpressed I tread, Sun...

So turn whereto it dies, Pulse of a draining sun: The face of daylight’s guise The yield that night has...

Near rugged shores and inky lochs, Schiehallion prevails. As stronghold of the faeries, she’s the guardian of their tales. And...

April in Washington Around the basin there’s a ring Of cherry trees now blossoming. Showing off the city’s best, They...

  Spirit Where once a spirit, pure and bright, Would sail on gossamer wings of light And pass through realms...

  Our paths vanish; our footsteps fade From forest glades, from wave-damp sands From sunlight’s dazzle and twilight’s shade. Babes...

  Though I’m eighty and have survived I’m the oldest man that never lived My life flew by too fast...

2016 Primaries This season, Mr. Trump’s a raging wildfire, a storm ignited by reality TV, fodder for anyone who likes...

Gaunt fades the twilight, nearly gone, a weary world wearing thin Since last the unremembered sun smiled upon the land...

Go Forth, Graduates! To all you graduates, fare well! This world is yours today. Don’t follow the masses who sell...

What if the tall tales we’re told as children, are in fact true?Lost stories about elves, hobbits, and knights of...

Original Shakespeare followed by imitation.   Sonnet 49 Against that time, if ever that time come, When I shall see...

I thought that maybe you’re no longer free To think separately from Time’s favored paths Choosing its well-worn roads to...

Chapter I: Arrival in Beijing Inspired by real events   Sing to me, Muse, who flies through Heaven’s realms, Sing...

  The Mirror True When all at once I seem to see you there I find I never knew you...

  Spring O hallow tulip, flower of the spring, I cannot wait until the sun may bring, From out the...

In the Lotus Pose By Uwe Carl Diebes At first, he was uncomfortable in the lotus pose, but as he...

A Riverside Sonnet Under a tree and upon roots I sit, Drinking a forlorn draught of love’s sweet rhyme. Leaves...

. . Tahoe Plane On the above photo by M. Kirson Far above the lake I soared, Above the dock,...

Born at Constantinople in 1762 of a French father and Greek mother, André Chénier grew up in pre-revolutionary France and studied...

A gray mid-March day: the bare branches lean across the blank sky. All colors moved indoors where my daughter and...

Storyteller We sit around the fire. The storyteller drones, until his words expire in silence like the stones. Primeval darkness...

  The Clockwork Butterfly When I was a child, and my dreams were of gold I always believed everything I...

By Dusty Grein and Evan Mantyk “The Raven” by Edgar Allan Poe remains one of the English language’s most popular...

The Rock Climbers By Cal Wes Ubideer I saw them climbing up the gray-white, rocky mountain hills, like any mountain...

August 13, 2012 I dreamt last night of singing with Li Po. (Or is he now sleeping, dreaming of me?)...

Sonnet II The spark which lights my innermost desire,     whose flame burns fierce in Spirit and in vein, your blinding...

. Dunblane Cathedral On the massacre of sixteen children and their teacher at the Dunblane Primary School near Stirling, Scotland,...

. . Metaphysical Mortar Between the cobalt and the blueGlean gestalt and sum of trueAll and each be more than...

  A Fifteen-Year-Old's Response to Frost "This 'pome' don't make NO sense! What junk!" the scowling students muttered. "Two roads...