‘A Perfect Match is Found’: A Poem by Roy E. Peterson
A Perfect Match is Found _Some people love the valleys. _Some people love the mountains. _Some people love the...
Read moreDetailsA Perfect Match is Found _Some people love the valleys. _Some people love the mountains. _Some people love the...
Read moreDetailsThe Seven Crossings When I was a child, my mother sung Of verdant plains where bright light hung, Of...
Read moreDetailsAn Open Book I pray that I may be an open book, A simple person on a simple path,...
Read moreDetailsPoet and painter Paul Erlandson reads his work at the Society of Classical Poets' in-person Poetry Symposium held in Naperville,...
Read moreDetailsOtto and Octavius at Christmas Mother and Father Octopus, And Otto and Octavius, A cephalopodic family, Live in the...
Read moreDetailsDarkness and Dawn I. Christmas Whispers A brood of vipers slithers in the sun With darkest hearts and...
Read moreDetailsNativity In midnight fields we eating, bleating sheep (and some asleep) pursued our ovine way as shepherds rudely passed...
Read moreDetailsStill, Still, Still A Translation and Musical Arrangement of a German Carol "Still, Still, Still" is a German-language...
Read moreDetailsIshtoka There’s a lake on the way to Ishtoka Bay whose name I won’t recite. It’s the kind of...
Read moreDetailsKrampus Traces, Tracks and Rounds ’em up The Prologue St. Nicholas compiles a list each year Of children...
Read moreDetailsThe Final Cricket The August cricket-choir’s crescendo, In percussive stereo, Extends its forte clamor, frantic For its final chance...
Read moreDetailsEmotional Ocean We sail or putt a tiny skiff, When tidal waves force us adrift _Over white caps of...
Read moreDetailsVirgo Too late, too late, the summertime has gone. Alone, I wander in the bleakening That creeps across the...
Read moreDetailsArga’il’s Epistle to the Priests of Moloch Hail, Brethren of the Sacrificial Rite, Ye priests of Moloch, pride of...
Read moreDetailsFog of Confusion I claim these rolling hills _Of age-old granite, And the shadow of their bulk _Upon my...
Read moreDetailshttps://youtu.be/lt_M2Lf99mE The book is available on Amazon here. Leslie Lippincott Hidley is retired from the safety...
Read moreDetailsChristmas Stockings I Nigh ev’ry sock I’ve ever worn Was gift to me on Christmas morn– A fact...
Read moreDetailsDirty White Dwight’s Plight Finally, the rains return, And Dwight the snowman’s taciturn Sad features are yet sadder still,...
Read moreDetailsSafer? My photos were safer in boxes My words were secure in my books. They say that the cloud’s...
Read moreDetailsUp-up-up with a Fish A scowl crossed the face of the Cat in the Hat, on hearing the Fish...
Read moreDetailsPTSD in Ilium Come, Lethe, draw me down into your dreamy deep, That I might clear my mind before...
Read moreDetailsPoet Adam Sedia reads his work at the Society of Classical Poets' in-person Poetry Symposium held in Naperville, Illinois on...
Read moreDetailsAdvice to a Cigar Aficionado If you smoke a cheap cigar You may get severe catarrh, For a poor...
Read moreDetailsSummer’s End ---an Alfred Dorn sonnet It must have been a dream: the nodding boughs Of loveliness, midsummer nights...
Read moreDetailsThe Society of Classical Poets is proud to announce the publication of Homer's civilization-defining classic The Odyssey, translated by...
Read moreDetailsGrave New Globe I. Lair ---a pantoum You said that owning nothing was a blessing. You whipped our...
Read moreDetailsSunrise The world is blue at its beginning. Birth is what we wait for, at the edge of earth....
Read moreDetailsNo Doubt Someone Was Very Busy The shopping cart was in a parking space, And not the store’s close-by...
Read moreDetailsCanzone at Evening by Francesco Petrarch (1304-1374) translated from Italian by Margaret Coats At the hour when heaven rapidly...
Read moreDetailsFirefly Behold it glimmer through the trees— A lantern drifting soft and low— It weaves along the evening breeze,...
Read moreDetailsBlooming Early or Late? This tyro of six years reads hardly a word. The idea of language displayed on...
Read moreDetailsAncestors Forlorn From elderly to youngest child, Methinks our forebears never smiled! It seems that every picture shows Each...
Read moreDetailsMagic Show, North Country The puddling snowbank spills a silver trace, its melt a mirror shattered on the earth....
Read moreDetailsGrandbaby Oh little child, you bring the mysteries of rainbows, storybooks, and pixie dust to life with tiny smiles....
Read moreDetailsRhyme Crimes How strange that rhymes for “wife” abound While rhymes for “husband” don’t exist. An “errant” “parent” might...
Read moreDetailsWinter Looms Jack Frost has brushed the mountains’ crests And highland nymphs are shivering, The blackened mauve below the...
Read moreDetailsPoor Minnesota Normal people have an issue recreating Mogadishu, while destroying each iota of what once was Minnesota. Minnesota...
Read moreDetailsThe classical Chinese original has been versified in English by poet Evan Mantyk and is read by him at the...
Read moreDetailsBurnham Beeches A weary pilgrim rests ‘neath ageless trees, Enraptured by a blackbird’s ancient rhyme; The tones of his...
Read moreDetailsMilton’s Heavenly Muse words by John Milton (Dec. 9, 1608 - Nov. 8, 1674) musical interpretation for Milton's...
Read moreDetailsYou are not only the Grand Mistress of Form, Susan, you are also the Queen of Substance. There's nary a…
Having spent most of my adult life as a whitewater river and wilderness guide I can really appreciate this poem.…
A delightful poem, Roy, complemented with Evan's exquisite selection of art.
So many beautiful truths in this poem!
Simple, honest, and beautifully timeless both, David. "The Open Book," I would say, is a finer poem, thanks to the…
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