Poetry

  Tempus Fugit, Carpe Diem, Memento Mori Sed fugit interea, fugit irreparabile tempus.—Virgil, Georgics There comes a time in every errant life When pleasures of the flesh are not enough, And vivid dreams about a neighbor’s wife Seem pale compared to all the other stuff Imagined. Learning ancient Greek is...

Competition Judge and Classical Poets Live creator Andrew Benson Brown discusses the competition requirements and gives some background on odes, ballads, satire, and more: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kauu2iUyifo     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...

  Epitaph for a Lost Civilisation "Mine honour is my life; both grow in one: Take honour from me, and my life is done." ---Richard II, Act I, Scene 1, 188-9 O what is left, our armies lying defeated, Surveying now the ruins of our world, When not from foe,...

Advice for Tokyo Rose February, 1943---Tokyo, Japanese Empire. Iva D’Aquino---an expatriate American national---is hired by Kenchiki Oki, on behalf of the Japanese Ministry of Propaganda, to serve as the radio figure “Tokyo Rose.” Forgive me, please. Remind me of your name? Ah, Iva. Yes, of course. Konichiwa. I am Mr....

  Beautiful She cracked a throaty Marlboro laugh that piped her spicy liquored breath into my face. Her blouse hung half unbuttoned—spilling, braless breasts. I lay my forehead and my chin where greedy groping hands had been, and all but tasted salty skin cologned by smoke and random men. The...

  The Wiles of a Woman The wiles of a woman, men, you never should discount. For after all, they often want what’s in your bank account. When pressures of their passions do precipitously mount, Some women will try anything to get a high amount. We think of lovestruck young...

  Amore If looks could kill I’d be a dead man walking. Your drop-dead beauty has me in its spell. If I were deaf, I’d yearn to hear you talking, For beautiful would be your words as well. You’d be a perfect film noir femme fatale. You’ll always win my...

  To May, the Prince of Months by Eustache Deschamps (1346–1406), translated from French by Margaret Coats Noble month, father to Zephyr balmy, Brother to Pallas, Juno’s uncle―and lo, Kissing cousin caught by Venus’ beauty, Unnumbered sons and daughters you can show. Through love you make new leaves and flowers...

  FIRST PLACE   Her Matted Hair Based on “Daughter Dies Three Days After Admission to Prison for Practicing Falun Gong” by Maura H. Harrison For sixteen months, Ms. Chen remained detained. It was a crippling time, her body strained By torture and neglect. It left her weak And worsening....

  Coach “Black Mike” Castronis, Athens Y Camp ---1947-1987 “Enthusiasm” was his word, Win or lose, he bore it well, From the front he ran our herd, This was clear and one could tell. Led the hikes to Rabun Lake, Called us men to not forsake The Lord. And when...

  Mosi-oa-Tunya Mosi-oa-Tunya is ‘The Thunderous Smoke’; twixt Zambia and Zimbabwe it sits; Doc Livingstone, that missionary bloke observed its wonders, loving it to bits. This waterfall feeds two almighty gorges, descends into a geologic gash one hundred metres deep, and there it forges a one-point-seven-kilometre slash. The longest single...

  Creation of Mom God flew through the Halls of Heaven _From His throne into his lab. Angels came to watch Him since _His inventions were always fab. Excitedly they gathered round; _They knew they should be calm. One quietly asked “What is it?” _He said, “I'm making Mom.” They...

  Spontaneous Conjugal Combustion ---a villanelle He simply couldn't turn the other cheek On ceaseless babble drowning out the game. He caved to scorching fits of crimson pique. He smoldered, snapped, then hollered like a freak--- Sparks flared and flew; his words were far from tame. She simply couldn't turn...

  The Man in the Moon Was a Very Round Man   The Man in the Moon was a very round man, _And a jolly round man was he, So he took up his knife and whittled away, _And whittled his phases with glee.   He whittled in daytime and...

  Fibromytrauma My body’s still and will not settle. It keeps the scores: Muscles. Nerves. “Tough love,” he said. A girl of mettle again receives what she deserves. The room was dark. I couldn’t see. Only the blows. They came and went. I screamed. His belt imposed on me. I...

  A Lonely Sliver “The wood is dead,” he pointed out _the windows rimmed with frost; “those columns there—” he meant the trees— _“are done and finished, lost.” My grandfather, whose wisdom, once, _no argument could shake; who’d plied his atlas, maps, and tomes _with knowledge-thirst unslaked; Now stranded on...

  Higher Gas Prices Are a Small Price to Pay For years, “Death to America” _is the chant that we have heard. When someone threatens me with death, _I take them at their word. So now, once more, our nation is _pursuing a solution. I ask myself, what is my...

  Always Ahead We live—but life runs on in restless haste; Through back doors cut in doubt and hidden fear. We clasp our hands when paths cannot be traced, Or when the way must shift and reappear. Forward compelled—no dwelling, never here. So long as breath endures, and in the...

  Hamlet's Lawyer Will Shakespeare? Here. These papers are for you. Aye, open them. A summons and complaint! Don’t grumble, sir! We have the right to sue, And Lord knows you are neither prince nor saint. You stand accused, you whoreson playwright bore! You recall nought? You do not give...

  On An Old Photograph It was late fall of 1944. Dad was back from Italy, on leave, When no one dreamt the Bulge would soon explode, Or that an A-bomb waited in the works, Or that a world was crumbling while they smiled, Sure that the war would wind...

  Faust Foresees His End Now, as holy darkness falls And curfew reigns within the walls, To each gatehouse troops a guard. Behind their doorways locked and barred, Where warm domestic shadows creep Men take themselves to honest sleep. The wakeman sets off on his rounds; Down cobbled ways his...

  À la Carte A crouton on a flaccid salad, Your dinner date adds texture to An otherwise anemic toss, And with a tint not half so pallid Promotes your lettucey appeal To something more than total loss. So drink the wine and thank the Father For garnishing your evening...

  Where the Sweet Bluebonnets Bloom There is one thing a Texas cowboy _Always takes into account: _A cowboy will ride to heaven _On his favorite trusty mount. There is a crowd of clapping hands _As he rides through heaven’s door. _The open range is boundless _With bluebonnets evermore. There...

  The Waters _'Tis more than oceanic seas ___That bring me Wonder. I have tasted spray from New York's waterfall, _And counted ripples on the rills ___In places yonder. My spirit gravitates where waters call. _In years of yore, we sailed the bay ___In San Diego. I've known the Salmon...

  The Pinnacle of Poetry Well under one percent acceptance rate, Submitters wait a year to learn their fate. Yet some who scope its pages think they see The naked emperor of poetry.     Absence of Consequences The world is replete now with scammers and thieves, Endless crimes---and the...

  The First American Sonnets: David Humphreys by Margaret Coats In 1776, the first known sonnet in the United States of America was written by a young patriot ready to join the continental army. Below, see it and several more by David Humphreys (1752–1818), who was born in Connecticut, and...

  The Holy Rollers on Poetry We are the Holy Rollers— We live for solemn prayer. With censers of pure frankincense We fumigate the air. We quote from Sacred Scripture, Especially Saint Paul: We love to quote Galatians on How works don’t work at all. We gather folks around us,...

  Poem 1 by Sappho (circa 630-570 B.C.) translated from Greek by Bruce Phenix Immortal Aphrodite, richly throned, wile-weaving child of Zeus, receive my prayer: do not, my mistress, overwhelm my heart ___with pain or care, but come here, if at any other time you heard me, at a distance,...

  The Cautionary Tale of Phone Addicted Mimi A girl called Mimi thought it best to give her active brain a rest. She bought the latest mobile phone, the same as her BFF, Joan, and all day long would browse and scroll, which soon became her single goal. At school...

  Look Away “Look away, across the fabled sea,” Our fathers cried, with voices loud and clear, There’s a place awaiting you and me, And all who’d live in hope and not in fear. “Look away” from servitude and chains, From tyrant greed and realms of dark decay, There’s a...

  Sunday Morning in Canada By all accounts he was a thoroughly Unpleasant man. His wife divorced him and His children held him in contempt. Once he Got ill his son would finally shake his hand. On Sunday doctors then will coalesce And grant the man his sorry fate, While...

  Bean I found you in a shelter, cold and wet, your dark, expressive eyes fixed on my own. They told of yearnings unfulfilled as yet; I knew without a doubt I'd bring you home. You snuggled close, my wool coat wrapped within; The start of many happy years with...

  The Swan’s Song He brewed his words in cauldrons on the moors. They doubled as they bubbled to the brim. He conjured clifftop storms and sea-whipped shores On savage isles where wizards’ secrets swim. His words tamed shrews. They kindled gall and guilt. They silenced loyal lips with unhinged rage. They stoked...

  The Gravedigger I garden to acquaint myself with graves. Accompanying death with every turn, my spade exhumes pharaonic tombs, engraved by earthworms’ hieroglyphic gnaw and churn. I learn the scrawl that’s written on old bones, trace epitaphs inscribed with mold. I read the spider-weave in leaves. My trowel groans...

  Waiting for the Perfect Man A woman waiting for the perfect man, though she was far from perfect, had a list of qualities a man must have. Her plan to claim perfection could not be dismissed; on certain traits, she simply must insist. When she was thirty-five and still...

  The George-A-Saurus Forget the Jabberwocky, son--- Instead beware the George-A-Saurus: A wicked monster you should shun; Whose single goal is to abhor us. He has the depth of Al Capone, The morals of a brontosaurus, A heart which beats as made of stone And far less charm than a...

  When Asked: “What’s Your Favorite Season?”   ---a villanelle I can’t decide which season I like best; they all have hallmarks that I love—can’t pick. Whichever time of year I’m truly blessed. There’s spring, when birds begin to build their nests, and all can once more go out for...

  https://youtu.be/jd7Zxqf4zDs?si=Ny4BwTAKFJ0378sl   The Last At-Bat of Lyndon Braun The crowd was on its feet because they knew it was the last at-bat of Lyndon Braun, the biggest name to don the Falcon blue, but they were down by eight with no one on. In hardened hands, he lugged an...

  The Perpetual Battle   I From Arad north to Hazor acrid smoke Rose from each cyclopean citadel Of Canaan---altar-fires gelt priests would stoke To burn the blood of children slain to quell The unrelenting, gluttonous demand Of Baal and Moloch, snarling lords of hell--- Till others at another God’s...

  Spring in the Moment It is a time to learn to walk. Too many ages have we spent In plodding with aggrieved intent. Let’s go with smiles and little talk. Cooperating bones will bear A body where the path allows, And please do note, the willow bows, As we...