Poetry

  Remains No-one saw them tumble empty down the fathoms, somersaulting gently on their way, at random caught and wafted by some subaquatic breeze. Answering the tenderest of gravities, in untold multitudes they lightly fell and fell, each an untwinned bivalve, exoskeletal remains in drifts and shoals, from sunlit upper...

  Re-shifting in Reverse Alas, I fear the world has fallen prey To well-conceived and ill-intended evil; An armageddon; shattered Tao; decay; A shadow play, primeval, medieval. Society re-shifting in reverse Where anarchy is called democracy. An AI rule-of-lawless-universe; The vanguard of a new plutocracy. For hidden deep behind the...

  The Face At night, surreptitiously, it emerges out of the TV screen, or when the light bulb's put to rest, its wave of horror surges from darkened corners, weakening my sight. It foams up in the bathing tub, assails my morning mind that's fairly free of thoughts. It smirks...

  The Teahouse Garden A place where you can leave your cares behind And have a restful, meditative mind; A Zen-like atmosphere is what you’ll find Without distractions. Put away your phones. Beginning with a path of steppingstones, Observe the moss, the ferns, the verdant tones, The koi-filled pond, the...

  Snow Foe I’m rather certain snow falls for a reason, Like adding charm to wintertime’s cold season. But after many years of getting pelted, My favorite type of snow is when it’s melted.     A Few Seconds More If there could be one thing about myself that I’d...

  Fireship ---August 7, 1588. The English Channel. Since William’s conquest England has not faced Such danger of defeat---so dire a maze It calls for setting our own ships ablaze. I’ve stowed away, a naval pyre embraced, To steer this burning ship to ram El Rey. I can’t conceive a...

  Morning Glory The mornings are a challenge for the old man. Get up. Get dressed. Get the dogs out. Get them fed. His several pains are worse. It’s cold and dark outside. The world, it seems, is set against him. But he knows that’s not the case. He hums...

  Tinian Tucked into the corner of the sea, Birthed in fire, volcanic history, A stepping stone across the ocean wide, Battered by the ever-flowing tides, Bobbing on the slow pacific swell, An island which unleashed the hounds of hell. This runway covered up by jungle vines, Was where we...

  Prayer (5:00 a.m.) Some stubborn pain (the world… the past…) Is peeking through the cracks, and all I want is somehow to at last Come home to something steady, fast, (I won’t say innocence, but still…) To something pure and whole that will In me a simpler soul recall....

  Damon and Pythias The two spoke number lore with every breath, Disciples of Pythagoras and friends, But one was seized and chained, condemned to death As loud opponent of tyrannic trends. He felt a need that normally attends Life’s end, to go and settle his affairs. The tyrant said,...

  The Throne at Knossos Kings, nations, empires, tongues have passed, Through fourscore centuries, but you last, _Carved from immortal stone Long before Caesar was to reign Or king of England, France, or Spain: _Europe’s most ancient throne. Within this crimson-frescoed hall, Enthroned on your majestic, tall, _White alabaster seat,...

    The Bridge by Victor Hugo (1802-1885) translated from French by Joy Nevin Axelson Shadows before me. An abyss without light, without shores or summits, with no end in sight. So mournful, immense, so vast, without movement. I was lost in its infinite depths so silent. Deep down, through...

    A Wedding Song (Away the Winter) In May shall be her wedding day, When hawthorn blooms do scent the air, And she will dance in fine array, With fragrant flowers pinned in her hair. Away the winter, come the spring, She waits to wear her lover's ring. Away...

  The Sun The sun’s so conscientious She gives us every dawn--- Her rays across the treetops And then across the lawn. Don't you think it's wonderful That sloth is not her sin: She never just rolls over And decides she will sleep in?     Leslie Lippincott Hidley is retired...

  The Room Exhaled Before I Did The patient sat before me on the table Clearly hoping that I would be able To return his life to normalcy As I treated his malignancy. The tension in the room was palpable. The worry in his eyes indelible. His voice was barely...

  My California A tangled maze of gushing streams My sunny California cries. Her sky is veiled in morbid memes That source her sad and raining eyes. What doleful demon of despair Has dared to infiltrate your skies? What craven catalyst of care Has dared to blur your sparkling eyes?...

  In the Vault of Default I store my memories in empty bottles, Which rest on horizontal 2x4s That gird the inner walls inside a cabin Close to a lake in Maine. I favor throttles, While others lean toward brakes. There’s no remorse That’s worth the having: Let what happens...

  Mother’s Loom ---after Li Bai's poem "Midnight Song of Wu" The moon above the palace, Reigns bright within the gloom, And mothers seeking solace, Work quietly at the loom. Cold autumn breezes shear Away their fondest tears, "Oh when'll my sons be home From deserts where horses roam?"  ...

Beneath an Iron Hand Though they spent years beneath an iron hand, the quiet people still knew how to sing and hope moved soft but steady through the land. Their murmurs grew, hushed voices echoing like hidden water stirring under stones, true hearts began to share what they could bring....

  The Ladies on the Floor Above ---for the pianist NW and her daughters, and AGM, aged just one "And therefore is Love said to be a child" ---A Midsummer Night's Dream The ladies on the floor above _Are not what they pretend; They all possess a secret love _And...

  The Sons of Issachar “The Sons of Issachar understood the times in which they lived, and knew which way Israel should go.” ---I Chronicles 12:32 I tilled the soil, and worked and thought, And listened, as the country fought. I walked my furrows, planting seed, My brow not furrowed,...

  Will the Sentence Get the Death Sentence? ---a triolet I write a line, then I decide: will it survive, or must it die? Before I can enter a stride, I write a line, then I decide if it allows my mind to glide. If not, once more I’ll have...

  Mass Destruction Give me a reason to trust in words spoken--- Tricksters have twisted the truth till it’s dead. Decades of pledges are buried or broken. Faith is now riddled with bullets and dread. Bombs are exploding and bombast is blasting--- Slick tongues of silver spin slogans all day....

  Cycle of Song O Schubert! Praise with Song your blessed Birth; With youthful Skill, no mortal Feats surpass, You crafted Lieder of the highest Worth And matched with Harmonies of the finest Class. Poets' Words took flight, lifted by your Art, And ancient Sorrow sprang through vaulted Air; You...

. The Contest Today in China peaceful Falun Gong practitioners are imprisoned, tortured, and killed by the communist regime simply because of their spiritual beliefs. It has also been uncovered that imprisoned Falun Gong practitioners are used as a living organ bank: they are killed on demand and their organs...

  It Must Be Spring Again The air is clear and crisp today _While walking through my garden. A morning shower comes to play, _But then it begs my pardon. The blended scent of flowers blooms, _And scrubs the morning air. A bee seems drunk on their perfumes _And wanders...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6Cg5bC-KwM   The Society of Classical Poets is proud to announce a new partnership with Freedom 250, a nationwide initiative celebrating America’s 250th anniversary in 2026. This collaboration will highlight the powerful connection between poetry, culture, and the American tradition of liberty. Through this partnership, we aim to celebrate civic...

  At the Wine Bar Embrace the riverlike and endless flow, the rush of energy, the burgundy of Cabernet, Petite Sirah, Merlot, the golden Chardonnay and Pinot Gris, the fevered throbbing, pulsing, beating, blind viniferous sensations, sweet bouquet of pepper, plum, or potpourri, a mind aroused and reeling in a...

  Limerick Poetry Challenge Write a limerick (learn how to write one here) about a famous poet or about writing poetry and post it in the comments section below. This challenge is brought to you by poet Roy E. Peterson, who wrote the three below sample limericks.   Wordsworth Love...

  Sough I learned a new word, “sough,” today. _I think it’s quite poetic. Although it’s quirky in a way _That’s odd but not pathetic. It seems it sometimes rhymes with “suff,” _Though “sow” is most preferred. But if you don’t try hard enough _And “sight rhyme?” How absurd! In...

  Blood Miracle Red marrow makes most of the cells of our blood, _A half-trillion plus every day. Though we're fully fashioned from regular mud, _The blood renders mud living clay. A stem cell matures to a single blood cell _That travels around a few days, Resembling vermillion or light,...

  Extracted from a recent article in Intellectual Takeout by Jeff Minick: Every day a new poem from the Society of Classical Poets arrives in my inbox. Published recently were two poems, “Beelzebots” and “Blabberbots,” by Susan Jarvis Bryant. First up is “Blabberbots”:   The day he called that twaddle-bot a she...

  The Last of Winter I stand here at the window glass, The scene before me clear and wide, To watch the last of winter pass _Over the countryside. Gone times, gone days lie out of mind, Forgotten in the melting snow. The future I have yet to find; _This...

  Mixed Blessing Our image of ourselves helps keep us grounded, As thoughts and deeds conform to feel well-founded. It also tends to make us less adaptive, Erecting walls inside of which we’re captive.     The Worst Time to Talk The absolute worst time to state a feeling Is...

  The Otherhood of Man “He who is compassionate to the cruel will ultimately become cruel to the compassionate.“ ---Jewish folk saying You think your words bless others. Wrong. They curse. But you’re so pledged to liberal ideals You’re blind to their casuistry and cracks. Such questions that you ask!...

  Reverie I genuflected, claimed a pew. _The nave was silent-dim. Polychrome glimmers, stained glass threw: _a stagy shark’s-tooth scrim. I shivered in the frigid air _dampened by walls of stone, bowing my head, attempting prayer. _But faith, I could find none. The church's statues seemed to be _quaint artifacts...

  Directions to a Cup-Maker by Anacreon (573-495 B.C.) translated from the Greek by Joseph S. Salemi Skillful craftsman, make this thing: A cup to hold the gifts of spring. Duplicate, in silver chasing, Spring’s first rosebuds, whose fine tracing Renders drink a pure delight. I implore you, get it...

On the Ruins of the Ancient City Cumae by Jacopo Sannazaro (1458–1530), translated from Latin by Margaret Coats Here the far-famed walls of ancient Cumae rose, _Prime glory of the clear Tyrrhenian Sea. Here awestruck questioners came rushing evermore _To hear your oracle, O great Apollo. Here energetic sailors found...

  Extracted from a recent article in American Essence by Marlena Figge:   Among the many interesting facts about Abraham Lincoln—that he was the only president to hold a patent (for a device for lifting boats over shoals), that he was an accomplished wrestler and was honored in the Wrestling...

    The Villa in Durrës The villa lies in shambles, a woman ravaged, spent, stripped of beauty, usefulness, abandoned to lament. Her pink veneer is peeling, her tiles cracked and scratched. Her floors by waters damaged, her pergolas unthatched. Her curves are caving in now, her arches dipping down....