Poetry

  A Pindaric Ode to Accuracy Congratulations to well-educated nobs, Antithesis of credulous unlettered slobs, _Sharp minds who bring the truth to light, _Who cite their sources, get things right, __Subjecting all to thought, __Discounting rumor, not Believing what they can't substantiate, Not judging till they can investigate, ___They fix...

Lotus First flower, from primeval flooding sprung, In virtuous, voluptuous perfection, The lotus favors eye and mind and tongue With vigor, through life-cheering introspection Involving ever-vibrant petals white. Its blossoms affably exchange affection While practicing rhymed raptures of delight In measured, complementary reflection. Escaping deafened depths of murky mud, Poetic...

. Revising Strauss It’s 1941 and Goebbels broods.It may take years for Germany to winIts Aryan war of European conquest.As Minister of Propaganda heMust keep up spirits all throughout the Reich.And what are Germans better at than music?Good, wholesome music---Wagner, Schubert, Bach.And those enchanting melodies by Strauss!Such polkas, overtures, Die...

  My Bed When life has burdened me and robbed me of an easy way, I’ve looked for succor, such as one can access every day; A simple, sweet solution to the traumas of my mind; A place where I can hide and heal, that’s never hard to find. The...

  Practicing Brahms ---Piano Solo, Intermezzo, Op 118 No. 2 (1893) My Steinway's gelid laquered keys turn gauzy. The notes and markings that Johannes wrote (composed with goose-wing feather quills) now float aloft in realms of lush melodic poesy--- pining for Clara, forty fervid years la belle dame sans merci---unconsummated....

  Queen of Chaos I am the Queen of Chaos, Empress of Entropy. Czarina of Disorder, My stuff is all at sea: My desk is full of ashtrays My floor is full of books My bureau’s full of clothing And my kitchen’s full of cooks. My living room has weasels...

. The poem "May Memorial" by Cynthia Erlandson read by the poet herself at the Society of Classical Poets online Poetry Symposium on June 28, 2025: . https://youtu.be/JnVBPyqTeD0 . The poem "Three Cascading Endings on Fallen Civilizations" by Cynthia Erlandson read by the poet herself at the Society of Classical...

  This poetry challenge comes from poet Roy E. Peterson: From your past, write and provide us a poem about something that gives you a warm, fuzzy feeling about the past---something that moved you, inspired you, amazed you, or at least left a lasting impression on you. Everything is fair game....

  Galahad_2000 Donning his abs and armor, broadsword at his side, _He cleaved his way through orc-infested lands Quest after quest, a valiant paladin astride _The beanbag, gamepad clamped in clammy hands. Outside the sunlit April leaves awakened, dyeing _The blinds with emerald—as if to chide him. Each day he...

  I Dwell Within a Tidal Pool I dwell within a tidal pool; My world, though small, is most complete. I float around, I play the fool, And hang with creatures that I meet. Sea urchins are my boyhood pals, Blue mussels open up to help The small green crabs...

  SCP Poet Paul A. Freeman recently won the King's English Poetry Competition with the below sonnet:   February Fog in Abu Dhabi A nebula of sight-resistant fog creeps in at night, proceeding to erect a barricade of cotton wool to clog the air. Eyeball integrity is wrecked. My universe...

  Ten Rules for Living the Good Life You must make peace with your own past. _Construct a mental suture With timeless thread and mercy’s needle, _Then focus on your future. What other people think of you _You never will control. If truly bad, then prove them wrong _For peace...

  A Solace   I. High hills we climb Till my coat is worn, “To the end of time, We’ll never be torn.” Her pleading I hear In my heart, in tears.   II. I caress the threads, Of the coat she wove, I'll wear forever Wherever---in snow.    ...

  Samson’s Final Revenge ---after Judges 16:23-30 Now when Philistine lords amass with zest In festive adulation of their god— “Praise Dagan! Samson cowers in arrest!”— They bring him out and jovially applaud. “Our god, Dagan, has now interned our foe Who ravished our dear land and killed our spawn!”...

  When the Old Guys Get Together When the old guys gather and swap stories, From their strangely growing inventories, Thrilled to be reliving claimed past glories, There’s no doubt of what will be in store. Each guy was more skilled and wittier, Victories achieved were grittier, Many of the...

  Dinner Served The sun breaks through the coastal fog, Replacing damp-chill hidden mysteries With warm-wrapped scented dialogue Between the sand-surf and an offshore breeze. From shoreline poles the eagles stare To watch a squawking beach-blown seagull flap Its upraised wings in proffered prayer In hopes of pecking up a...

  Five Riddles for Mid-Autumn 2025   I. I’m red and roaring But wet and cooling. I have four doors On my first floor, But also a ladder To take you higher. What am I?   II. A million, billion, trillion, more, I’ll eat them all until there’s nothing. The...

  Garden of Gethsemane Come join me in the garden now, _I need your company. I’ve never been so frightened, friends, _please don’t abandon me. Tomorrow they’ll profess my guilt, _they’ll paint my blasphemy. Leaving Pilate just one choice: _to hang me by decree. They’ll hand me to an angry...

  Earth to Earthlings The dinosaurs were shuffled off My crust with gusto as I grinned, Yet shamelessly you scheme and scoff--- You claim you’ll tame my waves and wind, You’ll temper tempests, freshen air. Your cocky folly makes me curse. Hush pious pieholes! Spare your care! Like dodos you...

. The poem "Tick. Tock. Tick." by Twila Brase read by the poet herself at the Society of Classical Poets online Poetry Symposium on June 28, 2025: . https://youtu.be/YrWUIm-rrbI Video created by Andrew Benson Brown.

  Gul, the Grocer Oh! To be like Gul, the grocer! Disquiet's cuirassier can't toss her __Comfort away. She sits under a fan all day, Waves at the residents who cross her, and dabbles in the lines of Chaucer. No office work. No horrid boss. Her __Ancestors bought This little...

. Mamdani Baloney The swamp is filled with creatures who insist on solving problems that do not exist. They manufacture crises all the time, like claiming cops are causing all the crime, or how pre-teens need urgent gender care, and others of which no one’s yet aware. They also manage...

  Cause of Death _Because I chanced to be around _The day when poor Melissa drowned, They asked me to identify the body. _A trifle over five-foot-four, _With graphic body art galore, There was no doubt that she had been a hottie. _They mentioned in the news reports _That she...

  The Elements Within Beginning with the morphogenesis Of cells—of gel-like tissues, organs, skin— Inside a water bath becalmed with hush; Becoming, taking human form; in bliss Until the fetus reaches growth within; When suddenly, the sac expels a gush Of water, followed by a microburst Of woman’s push and...

  Sedona, Arizona Nestled in a canyon sits Sedona, Beauty complementing deep mystique. Mighty walls of rock and cliff and towers--- The atmosphere responds to those who seek. Natives of that canyon, they discovered Enlightenment and overwhelming peace. Wonderment abounds in those surroundings, A purity which offers life new lease....

  Song of Conquest The craftsman takes from tree and rock To shape in uniform dimension, Hoarding all in one large stock So might he plan for their ascension; This goes here, and fitting there A brick and board do so conspire, In single compliment they dare To raise from...

  Revisiting Antietam How odd imagining war’s artistic tint, where tactics clashing let men’s captive blood. Just look—the paradox of bodies rent, yet jaunty at this portrait streaked with mud! It’s strange to visit battlefields with joy that motions me as sunshine permeates when poised-to-tussle soldiers were just boys awestruck...

  After Putting a Poetry Anthology in a Blender I have been one acquainted with the night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. No man is an island, entire of itself. I celebrate myself, and sing myself. Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold. I shall wear the...

. Profoundly Original Everyone is born as an original, but may die as a photocopy. –Carlo Acutis (1991–2006), first millennial saint, canonized 7 September 2025 This teen proficient at computer gaming Spent utmost technologic talent framing “Eucharistic Miracles of the World,” Brave signal flags of his own site unfurled, Displaying...

. Sancho Panza’s Choice Well-met, Señor. And blessings on your inn.You are the landlord here, is that not true?Please sit with me and drink. I’ll pay for two.Your least expensive, though. My purse is thin.I serve my master gratis. Yes, that’s right---The white-haired viejo now in sleep’s embrace.Don’t say “Señor...

  The Mead of Poetry In the Norse myth, the god Odin becomes an eagle after stealing and swallowing magic mead, made by cunning dwarves of honey and the blood of the wise Kvasir. The mead grants poetic powers to those deigned to drink it from Odin's lips. Spit upon...

  The One That Got Away Nelson Cedrick Thunderwood, a Colonel in the army, has served his country faithfully for thirty-seven years. I doubt if there's a medal Colonel Nelson hasn’t won... he’s earned the admiration and respect of all his peers. In the mess hall, during lunch, a private...

  Theseus in the Labyrinth ---from "The Slaying of the Minotaur" As Theseus crossed the threshold, Minos told his men to shut the door. The heavy clang caused all to think the brave lad would be seen no more; But there, inside the darkness, clever Theseus’ plans were taking shape,...

. The poem "Mexican Sestina" by Geoffrey Smagacz read by the poet himself at the Society of Classical Poets online Poetry Symposium on June 28, 2025: . https://youtu.be/tk0n16HWvmE Video created by Andrew Benson Brown.

  Three Short Poems by Heinrich Heine translated from German by Josh Olson   1 I laugh at every doltish jackanapes Whose drooling, goat-like visage leers at me; I laugh at every fox who sneeringly Approaches, sniffs me up and down, and gapes; I laugh at all the bloated, learned...

  The Truth Won’t Die ---a villanelle for Charlie Kirk They clung to hate and jealousy and lies, While he spoke words that could have set them free. They tried to kill the truth but truth won’t die. At first they used profanity and cries Of outrage while debating angrily....

  Harry Thurston Peck by Joseph S. Salemi A few weeks ago my wife asked me to find a book for her via the internet bookstores. This is now the only practical way to locate out-of-print texts, and I had done the same thing several times in the past for...

. Treasure Trove There’s treasure in the words we say, The words we read, the words we write; There’s treasure in each dawning day, In sunlit glow and dark of night. There’s treasure in a landscape view, In rivers, trees and mountain peaks; There’s treasure in a sunset’s hue, In...

  Persona Assume a work identity, conform And hide behind an urban harlequin, Conceal the tattoo beneath a uniform, Desert yourself and cloak the genuine. The Greeks devised a rich formality, Dramatic masks of frozen mirth and gloom. A shaman’s rites in anonymity Demand an alien spiritual costume. Conceive of...

    Belief and Righteousness Based on Genesis 15:1-18, this poem can be sung to the tune "The God of Abraham Praise" (a traditional Hebrew melody) Belief and righteousness are hallmarks of a man Who walks with God, choosing to follow God’s command. For Abram, trusting God brought great uncertainty....