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  Riddle XXXVII From small beginnings I grow great, just keep up the heat and wait, help me become the...

Musical Comedy or Doggerel for Dilettantes The Sonata Like a Classical sonata, our day opens with a theme, Whether thrown...

  Please bring the wine cuz I'm flat broke, I couldn't even buy a can of Coke. But once you...

  I like to write, and writing's free; Liberates mind of memory. I take a chance to be creative; For...

Thank you to everyone who participated and made this a great year for rhyming riddles! —Evan Mantyk, Judge First Place...

  Pentadactyl 5-foot dactylic poem with a truncated fifth foot on the odd-numbered lines. With apologies to Pterodactyls. Dactyls are...

The Ballad of the Poor Troubadour I’m past my prime __and I’m out of time— I never made a dime...

  Why photograph a fact when you can catch A nightmare, be a Jackson Pollock or A Dalí at his...

(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Crossing the Swamp by Jon MacNaughton by Caud Sewer Bile "If freedom of speech...

In the Poetry Writing Workshop “Milton conceived the Paradise Lost as a whole before he executed it in portions. We...

—from A Gallery of Ethopaths* The computer is a simple tool— It cannot change an arrant fool Into a brilliant,...

Sonnet on the Death of Teeth I’m amused by a brush with Death In the depths of my bathroom mirror....

  If seasons pass too fast you'd better run. If they proceed too slow indulge in fun. Sunups are best...

Sail Fever I knew some terms, the merest germs Of illness called ‘Sail Fever’: Tack starboard, port, keep mainsail taut,...

Garden Waltz a terza rima sonnet in dactylic pentameter with a truncated foot at the end of each line Radishes...

Guess who is not invited to come to a dinner here? Rights are just for some people. Others have to...

Winners announced here. Scroll down and read the comments section to enjoy all of the submissions. What has no subject...

(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Confucius Institutes "Three things cannot be hidden long: the sun, the moon and truth."...

Congratulations to the following winners! Thank you to judges Joseph S. Salemi, James Sale, and Damian Robin.   First Place...

  Everlasting Chesterton The author, G.K. Chesterton: A playful epigramist, A master of the terse bon mot, And witty dithyrambist....

  I Love This Life a rondeau I love this life in spite of all the trying times and every...

by Con Chapman Nyla Matuk and I have a few things in common; we are both poets (or in my...

(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) The Cat in the Red MAGA Hat by Carb Deliseuwe Eugenior Joseph took girlfriend...

Song of Us Face to face, polite and careful, Tentative we were, and prayerful, Neither one of us would dare...

  In an old timber town lived a man of renown; With a chainsaw he couldn’t be beat, And as...

  Tulip Tree in Bloom, January Every working day I pass a tulip tree on yellow grass and strain to...

Lullaby When you sang to your baby boy did other hearts not fill with joy those few who just happened...

I used to be politer, but more boring, my friends say. They could take me anywhere. My conversation wasn’t overbearing....

 (All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Am-air-ica by Eber L. Aucsidew Die Welt proclaimed the biggest drop in CO2 was...

On looking into the mirror one afternoon An old buzzard once came and he knocked on my heart, And politely...

  Goose Sense A burden and a bore I must have been; As handy as another leg, I'd slouch The...

  I knew her when I could be called a youth And life had not uncovered certain truths Apparent to...

A tribe of trolls escaped their cage! Now rabid wrath and rancor rage. Hurling hurt from hidden hellholes (most notably,...

The Fall Now, if you’re sitting comf’tably, then listen to my ballad; it is a Summer evening tale of pizza...

  You caught me staring at you yesterday, or so it seemed, for you—you smiled and blushed and all your...

After Joachim du Bellay’s "Les Regrets LXVIII" I hate the Florentines' foul avarice, I hate lewd Sienese profanity, I hate...

The neologist bakes the cake, The iconoclast shreds the recipe Deems the structure all a fake, But powerless against euphony,...

The Cymbal Player As bows and fingers quiver strings, as lungs and lips whip up the air, as notes soar...

Wordsworth’s Lament I wandered lonely as a cloud—Oh dear! I watched the dance of daffodils—Oh my! When on my couch...

It’s a vicious process, sonnet writing. It seems as every time I near the goal a syllable or rhyme eludes...