Search Result for 'Martin Rizley'

  The Long Journey Home I’ve traveled many miles on this long road, Across cold, barren hills and sweeping plains, ...

  Theseus in the Labyrinth ---from "The Slaying of the Minotaur" As Theseus crossed the threshold, Minos told his men ...

. Nearly Home The storm now past, the dark clouds drift away, Unveiling tranquil skies at end of day, Whose ...

. A Poetic Retelling of the Myth of Icarus and Daedalus ---from "The Bird Man in the Sky" So early ...

. The poem "The Settlers" by Martin Rizley read by the poet himself at the Society of Classical Poets online ...

. The Pervading Presence The summer gleams in meadow, stream, and hill Beneath the warming sun of mid-July; No sudden ...

. Ghost Town With phantoms, I have lived for far too long. Both day and night, I’ve sighed, without a ...

. Good Friday Rain I wake and hear the rain cascade. Its cleansing drops roll down my pane; They soak ...

. The Settlers —to my forefathers, and all the intrepid men and womenwho settled the Oklahoma panhandle. Across these barren ...

. Winter Night A full moon fills the sky with lustrous light And gives the vault of heaven in the ...

. Home for Christmas Beneath the sinking skies I ride, a traveler on his way,            ...

. A Brief Respite From murky depths, I rise, by duty fetched,And breaking surface in the waking world,I find my ...

. The Iron Road  Flecked with the dust of snow, the iron rails Lie still and undisturbed beneath a sky ...

. To Melody, on Her Wedding Day And now the hour has come for you to fly, To leave your ...

. Lamplights at Dusk  Along the tree-lined lane, I walk at dusk, On pavement gray, well-washed by autumn showers, And ...

. Clouds Over Skye Vast mounting clouds rise over peak and vale; Their shifting billows filter noonday´s beams, Which pierce ...

. The Mannequins Are Melting The mannequins are melting as we speak Now that the summer heat wave's at its ...

. The Lighthouse In honor of the Thridrangar Lighthouse and the intrepid men who built it. Alone it stands, perched ...

. Dandelion Dreams ---to Melody, on the occasion of her fifth birthday I see her, through the window, picking flowers. ...

. A Precious Wife Is Like Fine Wine A precious wife is like fine wine, made mellow with the years, ...

. To a Cicada So, welcome back, you ancient thing! Some time ago, your tribe took wing; But here you ...

. The Marble Angel The marble angel stood upon a tomb Erect and at attention, wings outspread, His blank eyes ...

. Sunshine Sun, shine on me—come and stay! Dry my tears, send gloom away. Warm my soul, chilled to the ...

. New Year's Eve So swiftly tick the minutes to the close Of these twelve months, this day, and life ...

. Midwinter “O blesséd day we now enjoy, from heaven it is granted.  He brings us bliss, He shows Himself ...

. Beware the Lion "Your adversary the devil prowls about like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour" ---1 Peter ...

. Village Home after George Enescu's Orchestral Suite no. 3, “Villageoise” Along the tree-lined lane he walks at dusk; What ...

. On Going Through Max's Things in memory of Max Rizley, Jr., 1956-2001 As sand slips through my fingers at ...

. Darkface at Dusk "Death is swallowed up in victory" ---1 Cor. 15:4 At twilight, as I walked in solitude ...

. To Music Oh, Music, wherein lies your wondrous power To pierce the barren heart and open wide Joy's floodgate ...

. Land and Lake and Sky Here standing by the margin of a lake, I look into its waters, cool ...

. After the Storm All darkness past, the sun now shines Through shredded storm clouds drained of rain; Its bright ...

. The Sea Cliffs Imposing, somber, motionless they stand, Like ranks of rugged soldiers primed for war, They stand where ...

. Spring Shower How beautiful the rain– The cool and cleansing rain! I watch as tiny rivulets Run down my ...

. Morning Glory The morning mist at last has dissipated. The noonday sun is climbing to its height In cloudless ...

. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hDSWs61Ye0E . Sonnet XVIII of the Sacred Rhymes by Lope de Vega (1562-1635) translated by Martin Rizley What have ...

. The Wind Listen, listen! Do you hear it?  It is on the march tonight--- The incessant winter wind that ...

. Glory in the Night It was a night like any night, when in the evening chill Cold shepherds sat ...

. Late Autumn Twilight The still earth beckons sweetly.  I must go. The dry reeds on the creek have gathered round. ...

. Do Not Return "...forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead." ---Philippians ...