Poetry

  My waning days give way as dark besieges all my light. My tree, its branches sway in frigid Winter...

As the Lights Go Out - the Last Limerick "The night cometh, when no man can work." John, 9:4 by...

. From hoof and hide, to flank and horn, Amid the wood, was noble born, Upon the field I walked...

  Job 26.8-14 The flash and crash were simultaneous. The whole house shuddered, like it was about to come apart,...

The Once-Lost Land The arm that threw the disc of day __Across the sky we know must dim, The hand...

Note: The Society of Classical Poets refers to the COVID-19 coronavirus as the CCP virus because the Chinese Communist Party’s...

  Im Fruhling (In Spring) by Ernst Schulze (1789-1817) I sit here lonely on a hill Where skies are clear...

. A very finely scattered sigh Of bashful mist would nigh attend My view and try---one wonders why--- To dare...

  Remember God “Men have forgotten God; that’s why all this has happened.” —Alexandr Solzhenitsyn by Connie Phillips We must...

  Bill Butler made a shopping trip each Friday, to the town, Astride his silver bicycle he’d purchased for a...

by James A. Tweedie The form of the “brief” ordinarily consists of a couplet of anapestic tetrameter with the first...

by James A. Tweedie   If a Contemporary Free-Verse Poet Wrote a Sonnet Today, because I’m early for Pilates, __I...

  The World Health Organization by Baidu Wercs Lee The WHO has praised Beijing's response to COVID-19's spread, despite the...

  Carmen Cygni, a Retourne She holds the sickle and the scythe, Dark clothed and hooded, glimpse of white. A...

  translation by Jonathan Shoulta Andromache Will you, my Hector, forever go away to where with unmatched hands Achilles makes...

  Pearls of Wisdom in Times of Crisis by Susan Jarvis Bryant Pearl clutchers of the world, please take a...

  I pour myself four fingers, or maybe it is five, sit in a broken rocker and slowly close my...

  Mere words have not the power to convey the loveliness laid out before my eyes; this triumph of rebirth;...

  He has spent a shower of hours obtaining power and glowers from bigwigs in Ukraine--- he’d minimize the drama...

The Society of Classical Poets refers to the COVID-19 coronavirus as the CCP virus because the Chinese Communist Party’s coverup...

  Brave Soldiers We after "The Things We Dare Not Tell" by Henry Lawson We muster in the heat somewhere,...

  This Luxurious Empire Vesuvius, you have destroyed a world! __With roars of fire and thunder, hails of ash, __You've...

  Margaret Sanger was the founder of Planned Parenthood Moloch: ancient Canaanite god of child sacrifice Is there one in...

  The blind poet awakes and feels his way Into the living room, where light of day Will find his...

  What curve, what contrapposto, shift of weight, Recalls the tusk from which some Gothic hand Had carved the Paris...

  The Crown of Wuhan by Daniel Kemper "Hast thou forgot me then?" says she of dreams, "A Goddess arm'd...

  for Mark F. Stone and all his pets The duck has special properties: Like water off its back; If...

  Candidatus Non Compos Mentis Joe lacks the humility To see the futility Of running for office While fighting senility....

  Unbridled Change O tempora! O mores!... Fuit ista quondam in hac re publica virtus... ---Cicero, First Catiline Oration These...

  The Author He portrays a lonely figure In his cottage by the sea With his pencil and his paper...

  A Soliloquy on Modern Poetry  I write this, a soliloquy Regarding modern poetry. I don’t appreciate the terse Disheveled...

  Waters of Irvine and Annock, flow with my tears, West to the Firth of Clyde and Arran: Soon, soon,...

  "Save daylight!" spoke the powers-that-be, and everyone supined, except for Arizona, see, which steadfastly declined. Hawaii, too, and certain...

  Now breaking through the crust of snow, pale messengers appear To herald with celestial glow the springtime of the...

  NOTE: This event has been canceled due to the CCP virus (COVID-19) pandemic. A new online SCP Symposium has...

  My Coat---a Haiku God pays no heed to disguises He can see through--- I've worn myself out.   The...

This isn’t so much an essay as it is an opinion piece where I shoot off a few words in...

  Who is this finger-waving man--- this millionaire, this communist? Let’s think about him while we can, this grandpa with...

  Orchards Let Light In “Oh to be like ‘The Man who Planted Trees’” There is a grove that in...

  A not infrequent problem that a poetry editor must face is a contributor’s intransigence. Sometimes this resistance is on...