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  Unbridled Change O tempora! O mores!... Fuit ista quondam in hac re publica virtus... ---Cicero, First Catiline Oration These...

  The Author He portrays a lonely figure In his cottage by the sea With his pencil and his paper...

  A Soliloquy on Modern Poetry  I write this, a soliloquy Regarding modern poetry. I don’t appreciate the terse Disheveled...

  Waters of Irvine and Annock, flow with my tears, West to the Firth of Clyde and Arran: Soon, soon,...

  "Save daylight!" spoke the powers-that-be, and everyone supined, except for Arizona, see, which steadfastly declined. Hawaii, too, and certain...

  Now breaking through the crust of snow, pale messengers appear To herald with celestial glow the springtime of the...

  My Coat---a Haiku God pays no heed to disguises He can see through--- I've worn myself out.   The...

This isn’t so much an essay as it is an opinion piece where I shoot off a few words in...

  Who is this finger-waving man--- this millionaire, this communist? Let’s think about him while we can, this grandpa with...

  Orchards Let Light In “Oh to be like ‘The Man who Planted Trees’” There is a grove that in...

  A not infrequent problem that a poetry editor must face is a contributor’s intransigence. Sometimes this resistance is on...

Psalm CIV: Benedic, Anima Mea O praise the Lord, my soul. The aspens sigh As high above Mount Axtell in...

Wake-Up Call "Shoulda," "coulda," "woulda" and "whatever" Are telltales that evince velleity In speakers who most probably will never Instantiate...

On a Bereavement I Mourning Sickness Can anybody say how long it lasts, This numbness that deceives while it relieves...

  20 January 2020 My father died, just yesterday, and mom About a year ago; I’m filled with grief For...

  On TV, I saw them kneeling __Before their golden cow; Mere worshippers of a flimsy feeling __Desecrating a vow....

  The days we choked on rage and fed on tears, that lit my guts with deep and purple flame—...

  In a time long ago, where the high myrtles grow, Lived a tribe of the Bellenden Range. While below,...

  Icy, biting breezes cut like knives; Sea-spray wave crests crash upon the shore; Silent, unseen clam and crab life...

  Through barren fields, beside the ruins of man, The sunlight hardens stains of blood and gore; Macabre deeds that...

  I have been bid into the House of Song To merry-make at Inspiration’s fest Alas! I fear my raiment...

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translated by Leo Zoutewelle To you my word will be reproached as lie, Maliciously: “who left you so maligned, In...

  The 50¢ Army by Lu "Reed ABCs" Wei The Chinese Communist regime, has recently dispatched some 1600 online trolls...

Natural-Born Jeremiah 17.19 I am a liar, natural-born. I find it more convenient to equivocate or stretch the truth, than...

  A Truly Perfect Love My fingertips caress your hair and I no longer have a care about what happens...

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Aranjuez (ar-ON-wess) has been one of the estates of the royal family of Spain. It is near Madrid and the...

  Five Rivers to Cross I sat down by the river Styx to wait upon Phlegyas, ferryman of old, among...

  By lamplight through the long night hours, he kept his vigil by her side, His love still fresh, though...

  Poland Brave nation, strong and proud you stand, a Boulder in the stream One nation, people hand in hand,...

translations by Alan Steinle Translator's Note: This poem (“Tres cosas”) was originally written in Spanish by Baltasar del Alcázar (1525-1606)....

  To Whom It May Concern Who writes letters anymore, and in verse? I don't care whether you like it...

O, Where Is Love? by James A. Tweedie O, where is love? You’ll find it in the pain _That binds...

  I thought and thought of pride and pride began to grow and over-ride my common sense until I thought...

by Michael Curtis | excerpted from Occasional Poetry Tradition grows from wisdom, from the accumulated experience of millennia; in poetic...

  a rubaiyat Step gently O' my boy, this 's your first day... light-footed sweet and slow... on sinking clay....

  a villanelle The mortal eyes in time shall wilt away, as fast as breath retreats its kiss from glass,...

. Uncle Joe's Last Stand “Lying, dog-faced pony soldier!” Blurts out Biden, as he scolds her. Eyes unfocused, can’t walk...

  Bongo, bongo, bongo, I don’t wanna leave the Congo, Oh no, no, no, no, no! Bingle, bangle, bungle, I’m...