Poetry

. The Sky _I'm watching the storm_From the sea coming in,Windy and rowdy and gray._The raindrops begin_And the gale makes a spin.Pelicans swoop o'er the bay. _A downpour at last_With some lightning and flash,Thrashing the coast and the cay._As thunderclouds boom_And the sky threatens doom,Nature makes good at its play....

. On Epic Madness Sing, goddess, of the hate, and killings, on the Earth unleashed, destructive wrath which brings such woe to south, west, north and east, and sends to hell heroic souls, to vile dogs of war, to crows and vultures, scavengers of death, and all their corps. This...

. A Faithful Friend's Advice The girl you have is just the one for you— my head could not conceive a better match. She is your sun, your earth, the very glue that rightly holds your tattered life attached. The stars aligned to seal your fate with her There is...

. Riverside Breeze ___How beautiful you look __Browsing the flowers one by one _While lying down along the babbling brook; ___And there, beneath the sun, __Whose melting kisses mark your skin, _The faintest of the zephyrs overrun ___The linen, wearing thin, __Of your translucent floral dress, _And as you fall...

. This survey is open to Society Member and non-Members alike. Designed by Roy E. Peterson and Evan Mantyk of the Society of Classical Poets to gain insights into views and tastes in the emerging movement to return to traditional poetry with meter and often rhyme. Your responses will remain...

. Big Pharma Ads Are Everywhere Big Pharma ads are everywhere __Suffusing my TV. They fail to give me confidence __that they are right for me. They start with all the maladies __their medicine is for. Then give the possibilities __of dangers I abhor. The list of all the side...

  Alive, Alive-o In Dublin’s fair city,Where the girls are so pretty,There lived an old woman,Who was well known to me;Where she sighed with amazement,At her new knee replacement,Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,For me are all go.For me are all go, For me are all go,”Singing, “Cartilege and Muscles,For me are...

. Territorializing Slithering slowly, so very precise, A methodic invader (and catcher of mice), She stealthily slips toward the enemy there, So unsuspecting, at rest by the chair. Without a diversion to aid her approach, And only her instincts, I watch her encroach. So lethal and cunning, the hair on...

. Bear Spray My little brother took a dare To pepper spray a mama bear. It seems the spray was much too mild, So I've become an only child. Except for near the polar ice, The bears you'll see are mostly nice When people give them ample space But get...

. The New Headmasters As I sat, that afternoon, upon his kneeWhile he read a “witty” book and I faux-laughedI’m afraid, aged eight, I didn’t really seeWhat was happening: I now feel rather daft.But “frottage,” back in Nineteen Eighty-Nine,In an England run by toffs from public schools,Such as Geoffrey Howe...

. Pollinator When swift spring breezes suddenly excitethe conifers out back, they really comealive in dips and bows and surges rightbefore my eyes. I watch to see if froma few of them, or even one, a cloudwill be released, all green and dense and fraughtwith life. It happens, and I...

. The Ego Lingers Longer Than The Mind The ego lingers longer than the mind, It dares to whisper yearnings of its own: To manifest a will more keen than kind, A shady glow that will not be outshone. We think we know what stirs our minds to act, We...

. Headspace It’s easy to detect folks’ disrespect, And hope your feats will make them feel quite small. But better still would be if the effect, Was not to give them any thought at all. . . The Senior Dating Scene I was, from friends my age, quite shocked to...

. Back to the Greenwood The spring has come to England once again But I am far away and cannot see The blackthorn blossoms blowing in the wind, And blackbirds in the heavens, flying free. The sun, grown potent, burns the standing stones, Releasing things enthralled by winter’s hand, Igniting...

. The Society of Classical Poets Journal XIII has been published! It features poetry, translations, and essays selected from those published on the SCP website between February 1, 2024 and January 31, 2025.  The Journal also features exquisite art created by living artists who are at the top of the...

. There’s Nothing to Regain ---on the terrorist attack on tourists in Pahalgam town, in Kashmir, India Their hapless screams over that vale Had failed to cross celestial planes; But found their way beneath my veins To scratch my conscience, growing stale With frozen tears and empathy. The meadows reeked...

. Premonition The sun shines down in undimmed majestyAcross the heavens’ undiminished breadthOn life unsapped, unweighted levityOf loves and laughs untinged with sight of death--- Except for mine. An unseen shadow thrownAs night across the day strikes untold fearIn me of doom unnamable yet known,Unseen but felt, and menacingly near....

. Zips and Zooms The hummingbird both zips and zooms To search for nectar in the blooms Of flowers that unfold in spring. The hummingbird has peewee wings And yet she moves with lightning speed. Her eggs (like little jelly beans) Are laid into her nest of moss And twigs...

. How I Spent My Spring Vacation: Poetry and Photography by James A. Tweedie . It Begins 45 Days Surrounded by the circle of the sea I cruise Atlantic waters, eastward bound, As knot by knot each longitude degree Leads onward towards a world as yet unfound. To Portugal’s fair...

. Heritage I’ve never asked for anything The living soil does not provide. I don’t want cash; I don’t want bling; I only want to stand beside The footprints of departed fathers, Now looking down through time and space To see what son it is who bothers To understand his...

. An Ode to Silay Cathedral bells now toll, And horses march the streets, The crowd has filled the hall, We hear the priest now preach. A lady makes a curtsy To the Lord respectfully. The marble pillars stand, The bougainvillea blooms, The sky azure and grand, The silk dress...

. Medusa's Sisters Medusa lost her head and found renown instead. Her living sisters roared, “And why are we ignored who so much fouler are and deadlier by far? “You’d think that she’d become the pride of gorgondom. Who caused Medusa’s fall? A sniveling man—that’s all. To that galoot the...

. High Society The Cornelius mansion on Park Avenue, New York City, Sunday, August 22, 1886 A derby hat; a fresh, white boutonniereOn my lapel. You just can’t have a newBeau Brummel jacket without something brightTo make the pretty debutantes draw near---The girls who sigh that I’m a Wall Street...

. Book Reviewed: Doorway: The English Cantos, Volume III, by James Sale, 2025 by Cynthia Erlandson It’s been several years since I’ve read Dante’s Divine Comedy; yet as I read James Sale’s Doorway, memories of it echoed in my mind. Clearly, Sale has immersed himself in Dante’s masterpiece and has...

. Healing by Heart Dear André, let me see your face And cry out with you to lament The rot of flesh and foul disgrace You suffer, ulcered hands unbent. Your body needs rebirth that’s meant To cure your soul of leprosy: Accept from the Omnipotent Clear light in which...

. Linden She stands against the sunlit sky, _Her beauty plain to see. The birds sing sweet and pleasant songs _High in the linden tree. The weary travelers stop below _To rest their weary bones, And listen to the happy birds _Sing cheerful, rhythmic tones. They rest beneath her cooling...

. Anachronistic Chaucer When April showers, forecast on TV,delayed our pilgrimage to Canterbury,an eating house, clept Hooters, we espiedbeside a leafy glade where we could bideour time in revelry and intercourse.Unto a cycle rack each tied their horseand entered Hooters, where a comely wenchcried: “Welcome! Here’s a menu! Take a...

. The Luigi Mangione Act We need to contemplate the true impact of The Luigi Mangione Act. Although we sympathize with those who penned this act, it won’t turn out as they intend. Our health care system shows such signs of stress because it is a bureaucratic mess with pencil-pushers...

. https://youtu.be/9Qx03HgoXAQ . . Andrew Benson Brown‘s epic-in-progress, Legends of Liberty, chronicles the major events of the American Revolution. He writes history articles for American Essence magazine and resides in Missouri. Watch his Classical Poets Live videos here.

. The Ballad of Shamus Well, Shamus were a likely lad wid a good well-meanin’ ‘eart As strong as O’Malley’s ox, ‘dey say—but only ‘alf as smart. ‘Is ‘eart belonged to Nellie, aye ‘e wished her for ‘is wife. An’ ‘e made up ‘is mind to win ‘er if it...

. Bardic Bones Who dug the dust? Who didn’t spare the stones? Who churned the earth that festered with a curse? Who had the gall to judder bardic bones, To steal the skull from him who gilded verse? These rumours rouse a mirthless moorland scene Of cauldron-gathered hags of rasping...

. Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare (1564-1616) Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date: Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is...

. The Comedy of Rosalind ---As You Like It I show more mirth than I am mistress of. This forest and my folly prompted change Of sex, and my disguise dissembles love. I’m altered by men’s hose and doublet strange, While sweet Orlando carves on every tree The name I...

. On Shen Yun . I. The land of China. Deep in history That like a river flows with people and culture, Extending into misty mystery. But now this fascinating, gleaming treasure Is buried in the mud beneath the beast Of communism seeking to destroy The goodness and the beauty...

. Voyage Among the Ancients "Tread softly, for here you stand On miracle ground…" ---Lawrence Durrell, "On Ithaca Standing" ( 1937) The Juno anchors, docks. We disembark. Each landfall’s an Odyssean surprise. Uncanny myths have left their canny mark. These islands are ruin-studded, rocky, stark. To wander is to feel...

. Two Lyrics by Philodemus of Gadara translated from Greek by Joseph S. Salemi . V.124 Summertime has not yet cast off her buds Nor has the grape bunch turned to purple for you, The one near bursting with its maiden bloom. Already the young Cupids are at work Whetting...

. Innovative Thinking My long-time love gave me a special gift, a photo of himself when he was young. He even autographed it: “Love you! Dave.” From then, upon my wall this treasure hung where I could always gaze at it---but then his love, if it was love, began to...

. Stone’s Point of View They brought Him to the tomb and rolled me into The right position to seal in the dead, And there was nothing I could do to undo The suffocating sense of loss and dread. The bloody face they wrapped in finest linen Retained a look...

. Easter Couplets Easter’s more than just about eggs and bunnies;More than what you may have read in the funnies. Short and sweet, (although I can’t guarantee it),This is what it’s all about, as I see it: Jesus died and rose again—or he didn’t.What the Bible says is true—or it...

. Who Are You and Who Am I ---a villanelle Who are you and who am I That you fill my life with light And for me you chose to die. I have fallen from on high, I am foolish, you are wise, Who are you and who am I?...