‘Art and Nature’ and Other Poetry by C.B. Anderson
Art and Nature The well is deep Where poets keep Their unused words, And sylvan groves Are treasure troves...
Read moreDetailsArt and Nature The well is deep Where poets keep Their unused words, And sylvan groves Are treasure troves...
Read moreDetailsStar of Wonder We read of three Wise Men at Christmas each year Who left home on a journey...
Read moreDetailsYeonmi Park’s Advice to Americans You don’t ever want to be a country that’s like North Korea, where a...
Read moreDetailsCaravaggio Light floods the window, spearing glass and Matthew. Leaning forward now, in conversation, he is called. The bright...
Read moreDetailsRefrigerator Bird “Say the word for penguin.” Jen Jen waited. Silence. Then I guessed: “Refrigerator bird?” Laughter shook the...
Read moreDetailsThe Oak Trees Stunned by the sunlight on a winter day, A shock too strong to meet, I turned...
Read moreDetailsA Cardinal on a Snowy Day A single cardinal, on a snowy day, Cloistered in a nearby hemlock branch...
Read moreDetailsThe Mayor’s a Maniac by Susan Jarvis Bryant The zodiac’s off track. The Little Bear is lost. The mayor’s...
Read moreDetailsSingle Room Cigarette, 17th Floor Yale Club of Manhattan “...the earthly city glories in itself; the City of Heaven...
Read moreDetailsLegacy of Light One by one, extinguished stars return to take their places in the fallen night; So long...
Read moreDetailsThe Swarm "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!" From Lord of the Flies, by William Goldring...
Read moreDetailsLament of a Poet Falsely Accused of Using AI A charlatan, a master thief am I, the ghost of...
Read moreDetailsA Gift from the South Seven degrees outside. How can it be that clouds float northwards? It’s not arctic...
Read moreDetailsNew Year’s Peeve I. Cassandra’s Countdown The Eve arrives in sequin-spangled zing. The clock ticks on as tipsy...
Read moreDetailsHomage to Brigitte Bardot ---God bless Brigitte Bardot for her courage and frankness. “And God Created Woman…” yes, indeed—...
Read moreDetailsDearth of Emotional Intelligence Most everyone believes they have the skill To understand and manage their emotions, But some...
Read moreDetailsFireflies Driving down a country road one sultry summer evening, with headlights sweeping through the little clouds of...
Read moreDetailsReal Poetry Free verse is naught but prose in guise. No one can tell me otherwise. Confessions, images, and...
Read moreDetailsFlaws Awareness of a flaw Does not negate its gnaw; It chews upon the self And cultivates itself. Investing...
Read moreDetailsHer Grace The day arrived when Edna was too blind To live alone. She gave her things away— The...
Read moreDetailsTwelve Labors More Part I. And There He Was I. And there he was! Great Socrates who knew...
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 moreDetailsAmazing tour de force!
Good stories, James, of when and why to value the fairness of random chance. And how losing a fair flip…
Cynthia, your choice of theme makes Clarence Thomas not just a champion against racism, but a champion against that beast…
This poem is an extremely condensed version of all the natural wisdom that matters. All that's said (or unsaid) creates…
Can I send in a screenshot of my poem? I don't have access to word in order to send it…
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