‘Rows of Steps’ by Rajnish Mishra
Row after row, steps rising from the river, Row after row, steps falling to the same, Rising, going westward,...
Row after row, steps rising from the river, Row after row, steps falling to the same, Rising, going westward,...
John Milton (Born December 9, 1608 – died November 8, 1674) was an English poet of the late Renaissance period. He...
(All poems by Bruce Dale Wise) Another Mass Murder in the News by Bilee Wad Curse He was an atheist...
A Hardcover Book Carrying a hardcover book instead of a small electronic tool I get polite, benevolent smiles seemingly...
Inscription on the Golden Gate, Constantinople (Translation) Commemorating Emperor Theodosius' Victory over the usurper, Maximus, at the Battle of...
The golden days of late October fade As bleak November’s iron skies descend. When tresses, like the leaden clouds,...
on a Maine mountain Here, my mind can cross the thoughts of birds; ___land on a summit’s fingertip or...
Just west of old Ben Lomond, high and gray, a downy-heathered island on a loch did soak our feet...
The Morning after the Parade On the terrorist attack on October 31, 2017 Most cowardly violence No moment of...
Sweet Recollections an awdl gywydd Tea time, just my mom and me… ___memories so sweet and dear, knowing I was...
Sonnet XXV: Ode to Autumn Of shadows long and light of rarest gold, Abundant bringer, harvester of land, Receive, O...
By David Gosselin The answer to the above question is of course no. Shakespeare and Dante are not dead because...
. “Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.” -Norman Maclean Ask not the earth,...
Canzone 4 For Bob Hunter I am your eyes now, imaging memories, Amiens, Ypres, Flanders and the Somme; And...
Autumn Haiku The red squirrel flits From brown bark to golden leaf He is not gone yet Winter Acrostic...
To Dawn by I. Warble Seduce I. Warble Seduce is a poet of Romantic leanings. Dawn is his paramour. 1....
End Rhyme Send in a poem they pretentiously beckon But they will not read any rhyming of rhymes There's...
Rioja is a land of wine. It’s famous in both fact and fable. It’s really not okay to dine...
Scorn “Enargeîs is the technical term ‘for divine epiphany: a word that contains the dazzle of “white,” argós, which...
An Introduction to Poetry and Its Place in an Integral Human Formation Introduction It is well known to most sensible educators...
She asked, “Is the train on time, Mac?” He replied, “No, luv! It's on the track!” Teacher, “And what is...
Let My Footstep Strike the Ground Like a Spear A Villanelle Let my footstep strike the ground like a...
The Pilgrimage to Heaven Beneath the shadows whence no light embarks On paths renounced by most intrepid men; There,...
Commie Carcinomas When least expected they arrive, an avant garde of hordes wielding a deadly pestilence like slashing, bloody...
As forecast now the sound of her arriving… That distant rumble from the driveway heard; A nearer clap, as though...
Of course, I like to see rainbows, But my heart hasn’t leapt for one; I’ve not wandered like a cloud...
Meritocracy When the Left tries to cow us and trammel our prowess ____We resort to a stiff upper lip, Well...
Sonnet VI from Sonnets for Elizabeth Consider how the bards of old had sung Before their numbers vanished with the years,...
The Mausoleum, Dumfries His crypt sealed by stones made by mother earth, A soft voice: This is where Robert Burns...
Within my gardens soul abounds, A spirit stirring neath the ground, Aroused by secret depths that found, Concealed, inspired,...
. . Boast of the Poplar My common green I turn to gold, As Summer’s steaming, burning hold is broke,...
~ Dedicated to Falun Gong practitioners facing persecution in China Brutality meets decency and then What happens? Hardness softens,...
On Formal Slavery (to a Nation of Free Verse) For there are those that call us slaves. How poor and...
Columbus Statues Defaced A haiku High-jacked history An Autumn of mutiny We are lost at sea A Step Beyond A step...
What is my body that was never mine, That, fevered, it should waste below the deck? I rise, instead,...
Basics Tonight I paint flowers on my tablet. I wanted to write about deeper things like God and love...
"A man’s as old as he’s feeling …" ~ Samuel Taylor Coleridge “If the body frees the mind in...
Productivity Lately a feeling's been making me twitch, The Creator in me has too long sat bewitched. Too idle...
Joe Stalin led his country for just short of thirty years— Three decades filled with purges, hunger, suffering and tears....
Decades later, his voice still heard: Sustainable, organic, and home-grown. We're reaping what he'd wisely sown: Ahimsa*, respect, main keywords....
Speaking kindly of the dead is the polite thing to do, Gerard, but mostly they were grit-and-mustard curmudgeons just like…
Saying anything, Roy, is too much to ask nowadays of many of our elected speakers. Somebody has to do it!.…
... but without the feminine end rhymes, Cynthia, in "Art and Nature".
This, as you must know, is a nonce iambic dimeter form. I used the same scheme in "Art and Nature",…
At first I was put off by “spat phlegm”, then I realized that dying is not pretty. I thought of…
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