Beauty

Night and Moonlight What more can be said about the full moon that hasn’t already been said before? The queen...

. A trail it stumbled on a door, A doubled one, upon a floor, Some fellow just as you and...

The Backwards Romantic “Most of those once common occasions for poetry seem embarrassingly old fashioned now that piped-in tunes and...

. . Arizona Midnight Strewn across the vault of ink, Runes and constellations link- ing platinum silver fiery space Unfathomed...

Haiku of Righteous Thought Inspired by Dafa Karma turned virtue Evil eliminated Virtue travels home Foe falls defeated Demon laughter...

  The moon, surrounded by gray lands with floating hills and cliffs of clouds, Spreads fields of light that fade...

  Octave By Erisbawdle Cue There's always something going wrong the pessimistic person thinks. One moment one is going strong...

Why did lyric poetry die? ‘Cause caterpillars cannot fly And no longer morph to butterflies Pegasus now has lost his...

  The sorrows of many pulls upon heart strings To accomp'ny angelic voices that sing Voices so sweet but pain...

The Tears of the Gods An ancient fable tells of how the gods rose from the main Of azure deep...

I. Again the darkling moon is new this night, and cold deserted seas in lunar sleep lay fasting and far...

  Heritage, not Hate Today I watched a group of people wait To see an emblem steeped in hate removed...

. . To a Brother in Paris Like Sun in the woods, or a cold Summer rain, Would trouble make...

Upon seeing "Louis XV of France as a Child" painted by Hyacinthe Rigaud at the Metropolitan Museum of Art  ...

Originally written in Chinese and appearing on Minghui.org.   Straight, dignified and unpolluted by the polluted world; They are determined...

Your steps, unequal, hasten, departing from the race Where dust’s all that’s awarded, where just the fit survive, Pursuing trifles,...

Tanka By Ue "Bird Claws" Ee In dim morning light, attracting mates, warning males, dawn's choir's singing— liquid-silver jingling— nature's...

Creativity Requires a Cave (an Apology for Form and Rhyme) IMAGINE Gretzky “trapped” behind the crease; or Pelé, deking, swarmed before...

Winterberry disrupts the frozen curse. My vision's charmed by tiny blobs of red Between fine-toothed leaves, above a thick bed...

The Inward Light Be proof against the eye and ear And every sense that stultifies The inward light, supreme, austere,...

The Cherry Blooms in Central Park In Central Park the cherries now Are hung with blooms along the slough, And...

  How Long the Night Anonymous Old English Lyric, circa early 13th century AD Loose translation by Michael R. Burch...

Submerged in blinding red and blue at dawn, I climb the barren fields to find between the gentle tides of...

. . Bay from Berkeley Slate blue blustered inland sea Water from the rivers be Sea of salt and rain...

  Through sandy, muddy, rocky creek, Silted, crudded, hard to speak, My heart was heavy, worn, and cramped, I needed...

The First Day of Spring The first day of spring started rainy and cold, But new greens were sprouting, defiant...

  Lines Composed in the Adirondack Mountains THERE’S a little town nestled in the hills, with an old house I call by...

"Orange Persimmons" is a Haiku. "Released" is an American Cinquain, and "Forever Wearing White" is a Tanka about how the...

As I was flying high and looking down    the lonely regent of my tiny crown in one-dimension’s cold and breath-thin...

  The Goddess I. Black breeze On white foam hands Held high, lifting freedom: Shinning fast Her people’s torch in...

I dreamt I saw him in the queue, A friend I thought had long since died; But we embraced so...

  Salazar Sneed Salazar Sneed was a man of great need Who traded holey shoes for a pocket of beads....

  One Summer Day An allusion to Beethoven While walking through the woods one summer day, he glanced along a...

  The River Wye Your stroll beside the stream has stayed with me, Has left me in my loneliness with...

Goodbye, sweet fetal child— for you shall die, Because a mother’s love is also dead: The hallowed place of nurture...

Thoughts after Samuel Palmer (1805-1881) By Bud "Weasel" Rice Everywhere curious, articulate, perfect and inimitable ... nature does ... leave...

  Fog in the Valley The fog flows down like a flock of pale gulls and the valley of my...

  Winter Storm Watch The sky is still; no flakes appear and yet we know that they will come. Held...

Observations both Literal and Inferred on The Course of Empire, 1833-36, by Thomas Cole   The Savage State THE foreground...

O Thou Fount of Joy, I Praise Thee In my dark night He brought His joy    by an ancient melody....