‘My Soul Is at Home in the Depths of the Ocean’ and Other Poetry by Corey Elizabeth Jackson
. My Soul Is at Home in the Depths of the Ocean My soul is at home in the depths...
. My Soul Is at Home in the Depths of the Ocean My soul is at home in the depths...
. Payday Before the crash, the market looked so strong. I doled out cash and credit, buying in While others...
. Magna Lex ---to the choirmaster, a Psalm (19) of David. . I The heavens herald God’s resplendency; The skies...
. Let There Be Light From beyond, there came the Word—a cosmic “Om”That pierced the void with one colossal bang...
. Unnoticed and Unknown Unnoticed and unknown, she passes through The homeless strewn along the downtown street. Unnoticed and unknown...
. Three Cascading Endings on Fallen Civilizations I. Everywhere, the sands are endless. Look: A joke is made of all...
. My Inner Attorney "Not everyone who says to me, ‘Lord, Lord,’ will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only...
. Two Idylls by Bion of Smyrnatranslated by Joseph S. Salemi . Idyll V Great Cypris stood before me in...
. . None for All Backbones wilt and waistlines grow; Brightness dims as diodes glow. It’s history’s course, a simple...
. Healing Hands ---in appreciation of the care provided (free of charge) by the NHS, the National Health Service of...
. Watch Out! Now, “The Three Little Pigs” is a tale More for cautioning than for amusing: Learn its lessons...
. The Adoration of the Peacock ---on The Adoration of the Magi by Fra Angelico and Fra Filippo Lippi The...
. Caleb in Canaan Green fields, walled towns, strong foes, but we are fit To overcome. Forward, I say. It’s...
. The Shepherd God On Autumn eves when solipsistic stars__Peer down on bloody, towering oaksWhose gnarled, twisted branches create bars__Encaging...
. Topics Over Time At 10 boys talk about the games in which they’ve played. At 14 they discuss the...
. Enduring Sight Our blindest heroes walk among us, here, where legendary blindness gives us sight. King Oedipus still lives,...
. Americans in Florence Ooo David! Whoa, you’re well-hung! But why a foreskin, underslung? Your left hand, do you hold...
. Meditation 4 "Now our Lord bestowed great gifts through small means..." ---Homily on Our Lord (11) "Therefore, whether you...
. My New New Year I’m shunning bards of lilt and kilt tonight. My cup o’ kindness guzzled dry by...
. A Creation Myth The curtain opens. A million violinsCrescendo. Trumpets blare. A single drumBeat booms. In perfect time, the...
. Nordic Memories They rise with the dawn of fashion Their eyes for new booty are keen, To ride the...
. The Blank-Page Stage I once embraced the blank-page stage, when words would somehow always rhyme, but now my brain...
. Catching Up An hour passes in a second. A month goes by in just an hour. The rosy future...
. Ode to a Christmas Pudding O fragrant orb of dark and luscious depths Made with magic conjured every year...
. Stars Voluble Profound and lightless silent night _Lay still with curtains closed. Into unspeaking dark the Word Descended from...
. Christmas in Florida I watched him pass! St. Nick himself---Kris Kringle,Who hails from Buffalo, not the North Pole.He waved;...
. A Present Unclaimed Under the tree is a present unclaimed Paper and ribbon and bows, good to go. Who...
. Make Room, He’ll Come In Have you spent much time wandering, feeling distressed,and upon your arrival, found no place...
. Santa Claus Has Passed Away As is their custom every year, the Men’s Club promptly after class had half...
. Love Broke Through Time On the first Christmas night Love broke through time With pain to Mary and her...
. A Remarkable Day "He's God in human form!" whispers the crowd In motley clothes and groups of twos and...
. Jupiter Hammon’s Christmas Poem by Michael Curtis 1761 was a slow, yet interesting year for poetry. The imposter Macpherson...
. Home for Christmas Beneath the sinking skies I ride, a traveler on his way, ...
. The Story the Stars are Retelling ---to the tune of 'Sterling' When burdens are heavy and Christmas is near...
. The Interview “Respect my grammar rules or else,” K said, “This interview will be extremely short. Or better yet,...
. Dim and Not He carries one white candle in the space Beneath cathedral vaults. He has to hold His...
. Full Circle From age to age how long the fray’s been fought Tween those who seek the Truth on...
. The Most Impactful Hate It’s fun now to listen to every Trump haterWho tries to explain how a racist...
. The Wreath Circle of green— What does it mean? Never ending, Ever bending. It’s hope that’s vernal And faith...
. Intersubjective Bootstrap If all life is a dream, is it your dream or mine? __And why should our two...
Brian, the poem you choose is well suited to the issues I tried to raise. Blake's "The Lamb" (from Songs…
This ... is brilliant! A fun read and easily accessible. Between AI, Photoshop, and Autotune we can be whoever and…
I was surprised, actually, at the number of comments that poem generated. This dynamic is apparently more common than I…
Thank you, Brian. I'm pleased that you like the poems. I did try to make the poems something akin to…
Forgive my poor formatting, Joe. The Blake poem has a stanza divide starting with the words "Little Lamb, I'll tell…
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