‘When Opportunity Knocks’: A Poem by Roy E. Peterson
When Opportunity Knocks “Opportunities are like flies. We kill most of them.” ---Roy E. Peterson We all have heard ...
When Opportunity Knocks “Opportunities are like flies. We kill most of them.” ---Roy E. Peterson We all have heard ...
Advantages of Restaurants Food quality has dropped, Price rises have not stopped, Selections are decreased, Most portions aren’t a ...
Act III The signs suggested that my time was short, To which I gave a disbelieving snort. My future ...
The River Not Taken ---after Robert Frost The sloop’s main sail was hoisted tight But in the fog I ...
A Paradox They're all too sharp and bright. Sedulous kids. Rich parents raised them. Teachers, old and wise, preserve ...
Chemo Refusal Doctor’s gown off. He looks again. Goes tough, speaks plain: "It’s back. Aggressive. Don’t deny. Without the ...
Rain I felt like walking in the rain, _Can’t say exactly why. I make great efforts in the main ...
Impressions How often are impressions deemed profound, Accepted fully, carried all around, And stated with assertive satisfaction, From merely ...
Art Work First thing each morning, Susie makes the bed. I should say, “sculpts the bed”, because she treats ...
Florence Foster Jenkins “A Jenkins recital was never exactly an aesthetic experience--- only to the degree that an early ...
La Uva I packed a bag of grapes into her lunch. My hands resembled his, though not as worn; ...
Vernal Clinic To regular observers, spring had never seemed So jarringly abnormal as it did this year. Its bright ...
Not Small At All I’ve gained appreciation for the smaller things in life, The uneventful days when all is ...
The Roommate It’s early morning (morning prayer): I hear Her in her room as now and then she sighs ...
Chastity ‘My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, And come away.’ ---The ...
Ode I.11 by Horace (circa 84-54 BC) translated from Latin by Mary Jane Myers Locónoé, the gods decree the ...
Good Night When you brushed and flossed and rinsed your teeth, _You gave nary a thought To a gap ...
Blur The seconds tick, the minutes race, __The hours fly, __The days flash by, The weeks go at a ...
The Cottage on the Ridge The gray mist lingers in the wooded vale And drifts across the piney hills ...
Undeclared College Major Discussing broader options that young women have today, One of my female classmates had a startling ...
Tempus Fugit, Carpe Diem, Memento Mori Sed fugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus.—Virgil, Georgics There comes a time in every ...
Fibromytrauma My body’s still and will not settle. It keeps the scores: Muscles. Nerves. “Tough love,” he said. A ...
Always Ahead We live—but life runs on in restless haste; Through back doors cut in doubt and hidden fear. ...
The Pinnacle of Poetry Well under one percent acceptance rate, Submitters wait a year to learn their fate. Yet ...
At the No-Win Inn The room for error is across the hall, Between the storage bin for grave mistakes ...
When the Phone Rings I can’t still be excited when the phone rings, I was for decades, but no ...
By the Waters of Babylon All faces are foreign here, all streets unknown, and even the sun seems like ...
Very enjoyable snippets of advice C.B. My favorite is the first one about truth. Very difficult to get someone to…
Handing readers a mirror always multiplies reflections, Anna. Winning verses!
These are delightful verses and I enjoy reading them over and over. I feel like I should print these out…
I have no claim on "potpourri," Anna, and frankly, I've been running out of titles for my collections of epigrammatic…
Well, Theresa, back when they asked me, prior to my birth, whether I would rather end up as a truth-teller…
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