Poetry

by T.M. Moore   Our Image-hungry Age Increasingly, our postmodern generation prefers its communications to be in as few words...

Harvest Sonnet If, in June, clouds crack and seeping, Leak their cache upon beast and field, Surety no longer keeping,...

Fleas with apologies to Joyce Kilmer I think that I shall never see A creature horrid as a flea. A...

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  Choosing a pet can be vexing and yet it’s important to vet all the choices you’ve got. If you’re...

  This recording was made by M. P. Lauretta for the Southend Poetry Group in August 2019.   Sonetto n....

The wind and balmy breeze Blow softly through the trees. All the darkness of the night, Disappears in morning light....

Dodgeball "But we have the mind of Christ." 1 Corinthians 2.16 Sometimes my thought-life is a dodgeball game— except that...

  This is an abridged version of the original. A reading of the original can be found here. A chilling...

  This season’s colours will be brown and gold Fading to sepia, like a photograph. The leaves, still splendid, are...

A Treble's Song Is there a thing to match a treble’s song? The joy perhaps of spring-time larks in flight,...

  The skylight lets the nascent streak Of gold inside this darkened room; Some wisp of scent invades therein, A...

  Here stand I happ’ly on classical grounds, inspired; the voices speak distinctly in enchanted tone from worlds of today...

Political Voice (A Cento) A cento or collage poem takes bits of poetry from past poets and puts them together...

  Irrelevant If the room is the tomb then the elephant is irrelevant.   Haiku From my heart was shown...

Helen Keller (1880-1968) Your eyesight and hearing were gone, yet you felt just as blithe as a fawn ___when you...

A breeze came out of the North one day, and cried, "September's begun!" A breeze came out of the North...

Writer's Block I feel like I am plodding through cement; My mind is full of cotton batting. Dull, And dense,...

A ball that’s lost should never cost ____A one-stroke penalty. Where now it dwells finds someone else— ____It’s stolen property!...

Sandprints Yes: Life is pleasure, life is grand, __Life is sweet and fleeting; Alike a stroll upon the sand, __Alike...

The Pain of Foreign Occupation The land lay naked under hobnailed boots Of German occupiers in The Hague. The Blitzkrieg...

. . Spoke the Mansion All around be the space of a halcyon day, Some salon where discussion meets wine...

  I. Is curiosity the bane of man As seeking knowledge often leads to woe? Do only fools pass their...

In 1937, the renegade Communist Leon Trotsky (real name: Lev Bronstein) came to Mexico with his family and took up...

A Man for Two Seasons by T.M. Moore I’m in a constant state of readiness for fall. For me, the...

  "Progressive" mind accompanies the art Of writing poetry at present time. Great intellectuals from forms depart, And love free...

Keeping the Door Ant hordes scurried in purposeful files; Angry, alert, full to demonic marching: They came in batteries to...

Song of the Crab Nebula in celebration of 50 years after Apollo 11 Long before the first eyes ever saw...

Of All God’s Living Creatures Of all God’s living creatures only we With subtle artifice create our style Of dress...

  Fright and Flight The sleeping farm was bathed in soft moonlight. A quiet evening, peaceful and subdued; When suddenly...

by Joe Tessitore and James A. Tweedie We are issuing a challenge to all poets to create poems that incorporate...

a villanelle Ye let it flow, the bitter brine, let flow! How long you hold it back, those snowy streams!...

inspired by “The Lady of Shalott” by Tennyson Part I The forests loom at Nottinghamshire. The river oaks still aiming...

Faust Money ___________________________I sold my soul for silver. ___________________________In blood I signed my name. I soon enjoyed the benefits of...

The Moon Festival, also known as the Mid-Autumn Festival, is a traditional holiday that celebrates the Harvest Moon (the full...

. Quiet Night Pondering by Li Bai (701-762) A bed before the bright moonlight. Does frost below lie on these...

  Philosophers of Marxist ilk designed For leveled outcomes, then they slew en masse. It pleased the Nazi socialists to...

by T.M. Moore I had just finished teaching one of the adult classes at our church on the meaning of...

  Today I strolled upon the shore Where Grandad walked in days of yore; Along its sandy, glossy sheen Where...

Originally published here. ALBUQUERQUE, NM — July 27, 2019 — Sonnet 5, a marriage poem from MacKenzie’s Sonnets for Christ...