“Pride Goeth . . . .” “How dare you, sir! Your libel will not stand!” The words flew out across the now-hushed room. “Retract your vile lies or face your doom! “Repent or you shall die by my own hand!” A single calf-skin glove was raised on high. “My honor demands satisfaction, sir, “By sword or pistol as you may prefer.” The glove was swung with force. “Prepare to die!” And so, at dawn on the succeeding day Two stone-faced men stood in a wooded dell. Two pistols flamed apace and two men fell, Too proud and honor-bound to back away. And afterwards no witness could recall The slight that brought about the two men’s fall. Gordian Knots Of cornel bark and intricate design The Phrygian Gordian knot was made; Exquisite skill and artistry displayed Within its tightly-plaited serpentine. A prophesy was intertwined within it, To be fulfilled by one both bold and wise. The whole of Asia was the proffered prize. Whoever could untie the knot would win it. So many tried and failed to undo it Until great Alexander showed his face. He scratched his head, then cut straight to the chase, Unsheathed his sword and hacked his way right through it. When facing knots, it’s always “do or die” To choose whether to cut or to untie. Buried Treasure The U.S. Geological Survey Once tested soil across America And found a bit of esoterica Concerning where the richest soil might lay. They checked for nitrates—even radium— And found, to their surprise (and my delight), The finest soil to be beneath the site Of Pittsburg’s old Three River’s Stadium. When pirates buried treasure, like as not, They hid it well, completely out of view. The Pittsburgh Pirates have a treasure too, Beneath what’s now a nearby parking lot. An asphalt field, now sterile, bleak, forlorn; That could have been a field of golden corn. All poems previously published in Mostly Sonnets--Formal Poetry for an Informal World, by James A. Tweedie, Dunecrest Press, 2019 James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers.