Poetry

  Owe no one anything but to love one another. —Romans 13.8 What shallowness, what an impoverished view of human...

by Caud Sewer Bile Elitist, social climbing parvenu, reclusive expert in the CIA, in touch with DNC dirt-digging too, caught...

Black Cat a poem derived from "Schwarze Katze" by Rainer Maria Rilke, as translated by Martin Hill Ortiz A crash!...

originally published on MacKenzie Lyric Poetry Oh, run with the sun and the wind in your hair! Before the day-star...

On the Untimely Demise of My Hair In days gone by when life for me looked bright, And I rejoiced...

  Sarnia Bound To the Sarnian shores, I´ll set my course when the sky at dawn turns pale, And the...

  Mysterium Tremendum is a central idea in Rudolf Otto's "The Idea of the Holy" I muse upon the sea’s...

The above photographs were taken and submitted by New York City poet Joe Tessitore. We invite readers to pick one...

Mailied by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749-1832) How brightly nature Shines this morning! What radiant sun! How the fields sing!...

  Leo Yankevich passed away in December 2018. This poem was submitted by Sally Cook. Crows and leaves beyond the...

  My husband posed his need to leave; a family vote was cast. The outcome brought me to my knees...

  The Constant Truth A Reflection on the Times of My Life   I. The Old Days A sheep filled...

He Wishes to Immortalise His Mistress by Michelangelo Buonarroti How is it, ma mignonne, (as we all know) that figures...

Spring In spring the crocuses broke out as bold As brass from refuge in their barren clay. They speared the...

  In a town by the sea, where the salt air’s free, Lived a widower and his daughter. She was...

Campaign of 1940-1952 True Cincinnati spirit is the love of hearth, the principles of isolation, a life in works of...

  I hear Boeung Kak has now been filled with gritty sand, turned mud, now earth. The lake’s become a...

Wind and Vanity after Ecclesiastes 1 My name is Solomon, and you may know me as the king of Israel,...

In every life Woe presses down, We falter then— Face to the ground. This woe in me— Am I alone?...

  after Dylan Thomas Let me go gentle into that dark night Let me not rage against the dying light...

Time Time to time to time—from tock to tick, to wall to window topple, stop, then stop: a tower, wrist,...

Ultimatum  To My Friendly Neighbor Regarding His Overly-friendly Pet* Dear neighbor, do you love your cat? (I'm sure you must,...

This piece is sponsored by KidSecured by Evan Mantyk and Kathy Brellan Lord Byron was born George Gordon Byron in...

  Daguerreotype An old once-treasured memory engraved On glass to keep the dying past alive. A fractal blink of time...

  Aglaia, Euphrosyne, Thalia I find them there, no longer young, Though neatly dressed and well preserved: Three sisters in...

Doublespeak Denial Rondeau Redoublé “Gender mattered a whole lot less to Shakespeare than it seems to matter to us.” —John...

by T.M. Moore   Our Image-hungry Age Increasingly, our postmodern generation prefers its communications to be in as few words...

Harvest Sonnet If, in June, clouds crack and seeping, Leak their cache upon beast and field, Surety no longer keeping,...

Fleas with apologies to Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A creature horrid as a flea. A...

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  Choosing a pet can be vexing and yet it’s important to vet all the choices you’ve got. If you’re...

  This recording was made by M. P. Lauretta for the Southend Poetry Group in August 2019.   Sonetto n....

The wind and balmy breeze Blow softly through the trees. All the darkness of the night, Disappears in morning light....

Dodgeball "But we have the mind of Christ." 1 Corinthians 2.16 Sometimes my thought-life is a dodgeball game— except that...

  This is an abridged version of the original. A reading of the original can be found here. A chilling...

  This season’s colours will be brown and gold Fading to sepia, like a photograph. The leaves, still splendid, are...

A Treble's Song Is there a thing to match a treble’s song? The joy perhaps of spring-time larks in flight,...

  The skylight lets the nascent streak Of gold inside this darkened room; Some wisp of scent invades therein, A...

  Here stand I happ’ly on classical grounds, inspired; the voices speak distinctly in enchanted tone from worlds of today...

Political Voice (A Cento) A cento or collage poem takes bits of poetry from past poets and puts them together...