Poetry

Where lightness finds the passage through the dark the thoroughfare of dimness, where we’ll soar about the sun undone, unborn...

—a sonnet of differing with Keats Behold this naked truth, and say not Beauty: a body splayed, nailed cruelly to...

Wake to this dawn like no day before you. Rise to this morning like no other morn. Night is now...

Clouds skip away from the full shine of the full moon The palace is lit up The maestro lifts his...

April 2013 The snow has thawed; it's Spring again Crickets sing to the beat of rain The sky is dark,...

Faery Dust Anarchy With winds awhistling through the trees and air sprites dancing on the breeze, you'll hear the pipes...

The Preface to the Poems Composed at the Orchid Pavilion is the most famous Chinese calligraphy work of Wang Xizhi,...

From Dante, to Beatrice In your father’s garden we first met, a pair in exile, two children playing without a...

He's placed dramatically center stage by Benjamin West—Benjamin Franklin. His gray hair flies. He's getting on in age. Electricity coming...

(Minghui.org) Ms. Fu Ying, a Falun Gong practitioner and gifted poet from Liaoning Province, was recently illegally arrested by police...

One night-crawler out on this sparkling court, Dried-up and shriveled, overdone, not red, Neglected to take heed, or to report...

Click here for more riddles I. My mirror image never is that far, I have five different points just like...

They aren’t mine, these flabby folds of flesh. I have no clue why they have chosen me As target of...

The lake cradles symmetries of spring trees. The sky scries the membrane of wide waters: unseen breezes, like me, are...

The urge for civility in war is noble and worthy. In an epic poem written over 2,500 years ago, even...

The End of the Party The blood-red dragon struggles To keep China locked, To keep the whole world huddled, ‘Cow’-towed,...

On "Kaaterskill Creek" by Erik Koeppel for the memory of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The site is downstream from the Kaaterskill...

In Niagara by Frederick Edwin Church, immediately one’s taken in to the great falls. From a remarkably precarious perch, one’s...

“Granma died, my ex tried suicide,” you confide in me, your credabil- ity nil for one more dark excuse is...

(The Epoch Times)—The Chinese photojournalist Du Bin, who was released in July after a month’s detention by police, has published...

Young knucklehead: Today you’ll bruise your thumb To harden you to pains to come; The sun will burn; the heat...

Goddess sleek and draped in white, Flowing wisps of long brown hair, Halo hat of holy light, Cherubs floating everywhere....

How weird and eerily appears, that solar surge, Aurora Borealis, 1865, by Hudson River School's Frederic Edwin Church. The skyscape...

The Three Little Pigs —a story retold There were three little pigs, one, two, three —roly-poly and pink, as pink...

Avocado Grove On dry, withered leafs Until drizzle leaves Sitting silently The fruit’s ripe, big crops Giant green rain drops...

Nearby a wasp lights, twitching its pointed stinger in the summer heat. As I drive my car, an eagle flies...

They operate contrary to the rules of common sense that we hold dear as proof that what we know is...

The Farmer’s Wife He may as well be sitting on a piece Of junk john-boat out on some open lake....

1.  In 373, at Antioch, Jerome asked himself if he were not a disciple of Cicero rather than Christ, his...

Bereft of the poetry of his soul The knight took refuge in the house of death Into darkness he went...

A disturbing riddle was told to me: “The city of evil that starts with ‘B’ That has six more letters...

The chicken crossed the road I heard. Which was so silly, so absurd, Especially for so dumb a bird. But...

Alone, I take a flight to see some friends, I gaze out over ocean from the clouds and marvel, as...

The Trojan War has finished its long course. Achaeans won by sneaking past the vaulting walls As if they were...

I wonder if I'll ever see a banished piece of Poetry of mine in print. I hope and pray and...

Across the trough o' th' mighty Hudson River at Poughkeepsie, New York, there's a cantilever bridge of steel, connected to...

Drums lie tilted, battered and still; Grass fires gutter; none are left to kill; Bitter smoke coils through leafless trees;...

Implicitly the Cosmos has design, Just as I hold the pattern in my mind Of how this sonnet’s feet and...

Written in May 2010 / Revised April 2020 Trumpets blast and Heaven opens, light shoots through, Gods of all the...

Near a brief flash of lightning sits a bird, a white one on a gray and sloping roof, and rests...