Poetry

To the Skeptic Who Denies God You want me to prove to you my God exists. “The burden of proof...

There is no battle like the break of light And yet the world still sleeps, still unaware, And day has...

Birth Yes, I recall that January night when, ushered from your room into the hall, and restless for the nurse’s...

Sunset Daylight shines with the glow of the first morn Glittering rays of laughter soft and warm There's no end...

Ars Poetica for Shaky Times       (Apologies to Auden and Horace) This little poem is in sonnet form; a...

Structured Verse Is structured verse so surely dead? Has it nothing left to say? Have the rhyme and rhythm petered...

Up in the inky, velvet sky on this cold winter night the sky is lit with diamond chips that glow...

. Goblin Market by Christina Rossetti        Morning and eveningMaids heard the goblins cry:'Come buy our orchard fruits,Come buy, come buy:Apples and...

This poem shows three Achaean perspectives on three characters from Homer's Iliad, each from an individual point of view.  That...

Burn the want out of every moment, Live the life of every chorus line, Run the race of countless ancient...

To the Caged Barn Owl, II I had thought you clean and blameless, Blindly cast you as the shameless Victim...

Oh Beautiful glorious day, Let your sunlight shine on me! Let your many clouds of gray Fade above the lovely...

  I This is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven’s eternal King, Of wedded...

The seasons go a'marching by In all their different ways. I never do appreciate The way they change my days....

The plaintive wail of a child through the night Is a beastly howl, proclaiming its plight. The song of the...

Rituals of Shade Drowsy hang the blooms of light, descending slowly to a night That wanders in and out of...

This poem is meant to raise awareness about the atrocity of organ harvesting from Falun Gong practitioners in China today....

Current Events 2012   I.  The Dark Knight Rises in Colorado A silhouette is forming in the door. From reel...

To Be a Bird To foil the grab of gravity, To sail across the spaces Engendered by the cavity Between...

Adrift I spy your pain vast as the briny blue. I smell the creosote that seals your hold, but don’t...

My Grandfather-mining it made him blind and mystery of music almost gave him sight he would play by candle light...

Learning to Flourish for Dan DeNicola Are we humans half empty or half full? A race of oxymorons, we’re wise...

Imagine a childhood as tragic premiere. Unwashed, bruised, soiled clothing, still she’s a star. The cops and the guy passed...

The village school is cold and still. Its entrance gate is rusted shut, the playground overwhelmed by sounds of loaded...

The Painter Transfixed, I bow before art’s magic splendour, enraptured by the glory of such hues, enchanted, charmed beyond all...

There are so many different ways to behave And yet we often behave in just one. There are so many...

A Squinting gaze through the fog and the haze A glimpse at a shimmer while in a daze Brief yet...

Mycenae Passing through the lion-headed gate, years fall from her shoulders like heaps of old rags. Even in the innocent...

Argument from Design God’s antelopes have eyes placed far to side And horizontal pupils, features they Employ to see wide...

Sonnet If I could choose to quietly slip away and make my exit while your backs are turned I'd do...

The purple snail (Purpura patula pansa) is found in the Mixtec villages of the Oaxacan Coast in Mexico. The inhabitants...

The Playground The playground stands beside itself In grey, and waits upon the hill. The books are stones upon the...

Ballade for Trains They are no more, the whistles’ longing wails, Retreating like a stately, mournful queen. Where are the...

At Rainbow's End At rainbow’s end, I looked for gold; And still I search, Alone and cold: The rainbow’s gone...

She swings huge plates and spins colliders, Shoots particles at stars to drown, (Slides coins from ears and tax providers...

Tipping Point In our millenium's first dozen years, they say we’re headed for a tipping point -- a disastrous sum...

By Julie Catherine Vigna Sonnet III:  Beginnings In bare and dusty feet she wields her broom With none save cat,...

Carrying a Torch for Rhyme Rhyming is out, some poets say You can’t express yourself that way For when you...

By Loetta Meister   Virginity Tender petals Tightly curled Make a rosebud Not unfurled Tender hearted Little girl Petals waiting...

Enough There is a God sized hole within the innermost regions of every soul. Its dark, and it is deep,...