‘One Afternoon’ by Paul A. Freeman
. One Afternoon One hot Arabian afternoon a boom reverberated through my flat and woke my napping wife and children;...
. One Afternoon One hot Arabian afternoon a boom reverberated through my flat and woke my napping wife and children;...
. Sonnet of September Two thousand one eleven September, terrorists hijacked four planes in the sky. The crew, the passengers,...
. Twenty years . . . So long ago as that? When fantasy became reality And falling human bodies turned...
. Heroes Where are they now---the bold who brave The choke of smoke to ways that pave The path to...
. The starlit sky is filled with smoke ______and men succumb To dread, while folded hands invoke ______to overcome This...
. Sestina 276 On the night of April 14-15, 2014, 276 mostly Christian female students were kidnapped from a high...
They tried and failed. They’re trying still To steal our freedom; break our will--- The terrorists who torment days...
Through barren fields, beside the ruins of man, The sunlight hardens stains of blood and gore; Macabre deeds that...
We shake our heads, and wonder, “Why?” aloud each time some speeding truck plows through a crowd, or grinning...
For Lori Kaye and Riley Howell I sing in praise of Lori Gilbert Kaye. When racist hatred paid a...
O, curse Zahran Hashim and, yes, Abu Mohammad too, for evil at the Shangri-la and Batticalao, just two, of...
My Wife Is Clad in Cloth From Head to Foot My wife is clad in cloth from head to foot....
Joy Comes Softly silent; kindly kept, ___the haunted hours crept. Moonlit minutes—marked and mute, ___the lonely doubt takes root. The...
(All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) The Children's Crusade Amendment II of the US Constitution: A well-regulated Militia, being necessary...
The Fall Now, if you’re sitting comf’tably, then listen to my ballad; it is a Summer evening tale of pizza...
This life—O, how much more of it remains? The night is brief. Toward those short trees, we saw a bird,...
Whenever Terror Strikes Whenever terror strikes, wherever death enshrouds the land, its people live in fright of crowded places. Masses...
Justice Rendered by Cal Wes Ubideer "Sanctuary cities help protect undocumented aliens." —"Weird" Ace Blues July 1st, 2015, Miss...
The Morning after the Parade On the terrorist attack on October 31, 2017 Most cowardly violence No moment of...
What is my body that was never mine, That, fevered, it should waste below the deck? I rise, instead,...
Blasphemy A Reflection On the Murder of Two Women Outside the Gare Saint Charles in Marseilles, France, This Morning, October...
'Twas so much more on that morn before fall that we all came to mourn as it fell As...
Cloaked in rumors of religion, looming bloodthirst Brings upon world’s drowning morals bouts of horror, As the force of chaos...
At last, the sunset’s knell forebodes the ceasing day— The merchants in their silken garments trudge their way Along,...
On the Special Meeting of the Manchester City Council (Wed. 12th of July, 2017) to reflect on the terrible events that...
"Our Creator contritely comprehends that the ancient story of Genesis once retold through a patriarchal lens, has become women's...
Post your poetry on the recent terrorist attacks in England in the comments section at the end of this post....
The tears of a nation are shared by us all, We stand with those countries whom terror befalls; The innocent...
Sonnet IV. Edward the Confessor Edward, the Cross no more on England’s shores Thy people blesses. The light of...
If I had words grating and crude enough That really could describe this horrid hole Supporting the converging weight of...
Degrees of Light She squinted, watching circling gulls Fly overhead; small rhythmic waves Slapped steadily upon ship hulls. Brown crabs...
Rising unbidden, a fury unspent, I hear the high keening of tribal lament, Of ancient injustices never forgiven, Never...
Humanity is a word to be earned─ I sing my song as a bitter wind blows, a chant from...
Spring is Coming From naked trees, droplets of dew, Drips like tears onto my upturned face. Everything is bleak,...
By Basil Drew Eceu At least four people have been killed and forty injured in a terrorist attack in London...
Cold and Uncertain shaken and stirred; Flying through clouds so quickly they’re blurred. Hold, comfort and buckle me in; Make...
Heat waves frolic along the desert’s endless edge I hear the shuffling of camel’s toes The soft landing of...
Winter’s Passing Now I can see no sky above your space, For dark clouds hide the blue that may...
On the Protesters Filled With Hate By Bruce Dale Wise And while American airports were filled with screaming hate, Chief...
Old School I saw two women at a table in a small café Not making eye contact or talking,...
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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