‘Requiem for Eurydice’ by Mary Virginia Vietor
. Requiem for Eurydice The sunlight dims before my eyes, __My fingertips lose yours, And as my whispered farewell flies,...
. Requiem for Eurydice The sunlight dims before my eyes, __My fingertips lose yours, And as my whispered farewell flies,...
. The Grieving of Autumn Be tender toward your own yearnings, When the grieving of autumn returns. When the brown...
. A Villanelle for Robert Hoogland Hoogland was imprisoned for calling his daughter female Their mouths are gagged, their hands...
. Ode to Poets of the Past I do agree with the sights__that I have seen:the warm and comfortable steps__where...
. A Conceit or Just a Similitude? Two Brief Illustrations from Sir John Suckling by Joseph S. Salemi One of...
. Not the Third Reich... Yet It makes me burn to hear the left berate Good policy and leaders they...
. Snub the Grub upon reading news of a beetle burger, The Daily Mail, August 24, 2022 I scan the...
. Daedalus Icarus, you have disobeyed, As all men do, and dearly paid. Too recklessly your heart did fly Between...
. An Old Man's Wallet His wallet holds the scraps of yesterday with faded photos dearest to his heart; A...
. Poetry Lessons The poet said he’d show and never tell--- His imagery would mesmerize and blaze. In quatrains laced with Aphrodite’s spell,...
. Thank You Note from an Assisted Living Facility Thank you for the Happy Birthday. Never thought I'd live this...
. On Rainy Nights On rainy nights, in pensive thought, I claim the respite I have sought but seldom found...
. Ruby Jubilee We’ve made a grand tour of exuberance, Repeated as our hearts reverberate, Imagining abodes where we might...
. I. My body heat is at a modicum: Say, ninety-eight point two or one or so. Foreboding naught particularly...
. Five Poems for My Mother by James A. Tweedie Poet’s Note: My mother, Marjorie Schlatter Tweedie, passed away on...
. There Is No God? “There is no God,” Some men do say. This doubt, some voice, And claim this...
. Un-Justice Merrick Garland “Garland is a moderate,” Obama swore, We all can see his moderation now--- The Trump raid...
. Chitchat If only I could find a man, I’m lonely since Sebastian, That loser, left me for another. Still,...
. POEMS THAT BUILT A NATION PART II. Persia, Ferdowsi, and the Shahnameh by Adam Sedia A previous essay highlighted...
. Persistence It seems when flies get in from the outside, They never find how to get out again; Instead...
. A Stranger in Your Land after Dimash Qudaibergen’s song “Stranger” A lonely stranger in your land__where you are strange...
. An Anti-Evolution Song Evolution Is False. God Is True. inspired by the writings of Zhang Tianliang How probable is...
. Images of Darwin, Post-1859 1859: The year the ponderously titled On The Origin of Species by Means of Natural...
. Mightier Than the Sword? His Eighties searing splash of fiery ink Scorched the skin of those who won’t allow...
. As Day Transitions to Night for "JD" and Margaret Coats There is none of the daylight’s verve— __no ripples...
. Lament of the Little White Horse by Paul Fort (1872-1960) Translated by Joshua C. Frank The little horse in...
. Give and Take Mr. Taxman, you’re a peach, Fill your pockets we beseech. Having money is a curse, Please...
. My No-Show Foes I whet my blade, anticipating mayhem. My enemies just whet their appetite On what they hope...
. Lullaby of New Mexico Duerme mijo---sleep my weary child As we drive south upon the interstate. My side-eye checks...
. Byrd in Flight The surplice-vested, five-part choir, Like sparrows on a five-tiered wire, Gives flight to canticles of Byrd....
. . Non Existent One day my body disappeared, __nor could I touch or taste, but I could feel the...
. Awake At night I quake and lie awake in bed. My racing mind likes pacing to and fro. My thoughts, they peck and caw just like a crow. I’m...
. Tapestry My grandfather Evangelos did trading with the Turks Of pipes and hookahs, hash, and cloths, and skillful carpet-works....
. Poems by Théodore de Banville (1823-1891) translated by Margaret Coats The Velocipede Half brain, and half a pair of...
. Some Mornings Some mornings it’s just tough to find that place, That slippery perspective where I view The world...
. Byron Swims the Hellespont On May 9, 1810, Lord Byron swam across the Hellespont from Sestos to Abydos to...
. Deschutes River Reverie The river, swift and shallow, roils its way Beneath the outstretched arms of old-growth pines, Past...
. Don't Laugh at a Christian God looked down on Noah And said "Construct an ark Bigger than a boat,...
. Transgender Madness: For All the Children Being Harmed Beyond Repair inspired by When Harry Became Sally by Ryan T....
. Camena Interrupta The measured words of poetryRise round the mystic sphere,Sift through the dirt or sing divineIn strains that...
Extraordinary! If this was an olympic event it certainly would have received the GOLD. Looking forward to the next episode!
I identify with "leaden eyes that slumber still." Beautiful poem, beautiful prayer!
Written by a deeply profound soul, this poem delights and encourages me with each reading of it. Master work, here!
This would make a great Benediction! Powerful words combine with prayerful pleas to the Lord in a humble request to…
Lovely! The language sounds Rilke-esque to me -- there's something in the internal rhyme of "Unclose the lid where vision’s…
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