‘Pedagogy’: A Poem by Jonathan Kinsman
Pedagogy Some claim the moon is made of cheese —No farting, please, it’s unrefined— Whose surface is a softened...
Pedagogy Some claim the moon is made of cheese —No farting, please, it’s unrefined— Whose surface is a softened...
Who are the Villains? I hate to be a Hollywood belittler, And yet, you ever notice how The stock...
Isle of Romance O Isle of Romance, what a fanciful thought, _Most surely a sensual place--- Capri, Catalina, Tahiti...
Professional Mourner Good morning, friend. I didn’t catch your name. Ah. Tod. So you’re the new kid on the...
A Midsummer Night's Dream Whose dream are they, these four Athenian lovers whose mad misunderstandings mock each other? Moonstruck...
How the Mighty Fell! ---King David’s dirge for the previous King of Israel and his son: King Saul and Jonathan...
The One Lone Juror ---for the very brave man who refused to acquit Lindsay Clancy of the crime of...
Soul of a Prophet: A Trialog “But the house of Israel will not listen to you…” ---Ezekiel 3.7. “Well,...
Nelson and George ’Twas Providence granting old Nelson to George, Like how he survived at the Valley of Forge....
When She Arrives A house is born of bricks and stone, Of measured walls and polished floor; It keeps...
On to Better Days In this 250th year of the USA, this nation of 340 million goes its way....
Serenade __Late summer’s twilight skies Hum with the song of a thousand faint voices--- _A choir of myriad sprites...
Self-Exploration The furthest shores within my mind are lands whose sands I must explore— becoming a conquistador; to do...
Victory With darkness cast on fertile lands, The men took muskets in their hands And wives took charge of...
The Cristero Centennial In Mexico a hundred years ago, The government forced secularization. Its liberal politicos roared “No!” To...
A Potpourri of Aphoristic Verses Confronted with the truth, some will embrace it, While others, sadly, will refuse...
The Estuary —at the “seaside” resort of Southport, England, where the sea is always miles away I must have...
A World Without the Wednesday Child "Monday's child is fair of face, Tuesday's child is full of grace. Wednesday's...
First Prize: $2,000. Publication on the Society's website and Journal. Submission Fee: $20 (The fee comes with a free...
. First Prize: $250. Publication in the Society's website and The Society of Classical Poets Journal. . Submission Fee: $10...
Realistic Reflections Mirror, mirror, tell me truly: Do I still have charm to tempt? Are these locks downright unruly,...
China Made She sits before her grey machine, _knits, cottons, or brocade; with sweating she begins to sew _to...
The Savage Moon The clouds... Tonight they hide her, but she’s there: A savage, ghostly horse without a rider....
Reviewed Poetry Book: Love Found, Yearned For, and Lost by James A. Tweedie by Theresa Werba I have had...
When Opportunity Knocks “Opportunities are like flies. We kill most of them.” ---Roy E. Peterson We all have heard...
Legend of the Griffin Akin to giants of Greek fame _Who ruled the ancient world, He held the minds...
Government Issue Found in a junkshop, nestled in between Dark bottles and some ill-assorted scraps: A battered thing, its...
Chaucer Announces His Desire to Retire Whan that passing years and Father Time’s made difficulty in my finding sounds…...
Advantages of Restaurants Food quality has dropped, Price rises have not stopped, Selections are decreased, Most portions aren’t a...
Bone China My dear ones soon to marry, if you’re able Do plan good dishes for your dining-table: Selecting...
On the Death of One Too Young to Die It’s been some years now but the month is still...
This Too Shall Pass "Prophesy upon these bones, and say unto them, O ye dry bones, hear the word...
Humdrum and Harum-Scarum A Lecture on Free Verse by Robert Bridges, November 1922 When I was invited last term...
Unrest On the Floodplain The rain commenced in darkness, flung upon These acres as the heavens thumped and crashed....
Latitude and Loss One spring morning they announced themselves at last: a faintly murmured intercourse emerging surely from the...
Act III The signs suggested that my time was short, To which I gave a disbelieving snort. My future...
God’s Funeral "When George Eliot complimented Spencer on the lack of wrinkles on his forehead, he replied that nothing...
Star Festival The legend of the love of a heavenly weaver girl and an earthly cowherd was recorded in...
Song of the Frog Princess —a fairytale love song Whisk me away to an old fashioned dance where old...
The Odyssey: Nolan and Solot Compared by Michael Curtis Michael Solot’s Odyssey translation is true to Homer, and because...
Thanks for the thoughtful comment, Margaret. Yes, the question of “why is it that way” does underlie a fair number…
I had to re-learn the wonder and the love from Francis. I remember watching thunderstorms, being at once scared and…
Your poems, Russel, often suggest questions of "Why is it that way?" Why, for example, should dreams realized be less…
Thanks Cheryl, that’s very good to hear!
Margaret, I love how your poem brings Saint Francis’s love of creation close to the reader. Calling the sun, moon,…
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