A Fake News Pantoum and Other Poetry by Brian Yapko
. What Is Truth? a pantoum To keep us blind and riven You falsify the facts. You will not be...
. What Is Truth? a pantoum To keep us blind and riven You falsify the facts. You will not be...
. Honest to God a rondeau I do not know why Sarah died; I only know her parents cried Such...
. read about Geronimo here Geronimo! That is my name; I’ve garnered international fame because I haven’t got TB, or...
. Heroes Where are they now---the bold who brave The choke of smoke to ways that pave The path to...
. The Secret Garden Beyond these ivied walls grows naught but heather Gorse and broom, the moors engulfed by blows...
. Rondeau The rondeau echoes its refrain in a subtle way, just as rain at times will fall, not in...
. The Lion Who Thought She Was a Zebra a fable East Africa is where this lion’s tale Takes place---a...
. Our Father loves us, one and all. He lifts us when our spirits fall. He knows the song of...
. The Dove Returned The dove returned! The Earth is dry; A golden sun lights up the sky. This ark...
. A Woke Recipe for Disaster a villanelle Heap fresh and zesty chaos on despair. Rub salt in history’s wounds...
. If He came now, God’s only Son, To save a world that’s come undone Would we continue to defy...
. Still “Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it” ---Ralph Waldo Emerson I aim and...
Where are the leaves that branches bore? They’re falling fast on forest floor, A cornucopia outspread, Of orange, yellow,...
The Church is Locked on Easter Day a rondeau The Church is locked on Easter Day Despite the stone...
They tried and failed. They’re trying still To steal our freedom; break our will--- The terrorists who torment days...
Your Smart Device a rondeau Your smart device was strange and new; It learned your voice and habits too; It...
Foolosophy I know that I know nothing more than you, for neither of us know a single thing of relevance;...
Translator's note: The following consists of three poems by Jehan (or Jean) Froissart (c.1335–c.1410), translated not very literally but as...
Doublespeak Denial Rondeau Redoublé “Gender mattered a whole lot less to Shakespeare than it seems to matter to us.” —John...
The Forlorn Hope—Vicksburg 1863 Back in Vicksburg, the town was surrounded With a battle line twelve miles long. U.S. Grant...
The Fall of the Fourth Estate a rondeau The Media: the Fourth Estate* Performed disgracefully of late: Delivering the news...
The Melancholy Snowman Though stony-eyed, I watched the finches glide. The chimney smoke, the builder slide, At night, I gave...
Before the Darkness a rondeau Before the darkness brings about the night and steals the world’s colors from your...
a rondeau Cape Disappointment, battered and distressed, Besieged, beset, by brute-force waves hard-pressed As broad and deep Columbia collides With...
A Life Well Lived a rondeau A life well-lived begins and ends surrounded by the love of friends. The air...
The Fall Revisited The implications of the fall are endless in their reach; that lowly serpent had such gall, Eve's...
I Love This Life a rondeau I love this life in spite of all the trying times and every...
A Rondeau The big corn field was gone today: A machine crouched amid the fray Like a locust after a...
A rondeau on Shen Yun Performing Arts By Evan Mantyk I love the dance that can exalt The human form...
Hiding My Glee (Rondeau) Hiding my glee, lest my spouse see the merriment mulling in me. I’ll deftly deflect...
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My Mirror Grinned (Rondeau) My mirror grinned at my first grey. With rearing youth, it’s my first fray. Disturbed, with...
"Games of Gridlock," people proclaim, "court our congress in shifts of shame!" If pay-to-play campaigns unlash a people-to-the-poles backlash, it's...
In prison cells our aching calls go nowhere but around the walls, and bruising hands repress our cries, replacing truth...
Thank you Bhikkhu — that’s quite kind. Mr. Anderson also makes a good point in his comment above.
You’re welcome, Paul. Thanks. I wonder if you’re speaking primarily of professors or students, or both equally?
Thank you Gerard. I wish I was that way too!
Good point — thanks. I presume that situation would harken back to the first poem above.
Thank you Joe. Your insights are always so valuable, and that’s a great story about Professor Ward. Thanks for writing!
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