Poetry

  The Royal Arse Hortillery Behold the English army as it marches off to war, Where the musket balls do whistle, and the mighty cannon roar. But there you’ll find them at the back, a motley bunch I fear, The Royal Arse Hortillery are bringing up the rear. They’ve been...

  Who Hears a Robot's Prayer?   I. He said the stones themselves would start to sing But no one could have guessed where this might lead--- Now prayers are offered by a crafted thing, A soulless creature---not of Adam’s seed. A supplicant which cannot weep or bleed. We see...

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  I This mystic draw, these pangs I feel for you--- Are they mere sparks, the scent of pheromones, Complex reactions deep within our bones Compelling what transpires between us two? Or is it something science never knew, Unreached by every method it condones, The greatest of its myriad unknowns,...

  Rasputina Confers with Her Cohorts “Rasputina” is the feminine form of the Russian name Rasputin. He of course was the religious impostor who gained a malign influence over the Romanov family, and used it to manage important political decisions and state policy in Russia. He also enriched himself, and...

  Warfare by Remote Control Babies are screaming from the night time sky, preventing sleep amidst the blasted homes; twenty-four seven, there’s a buzz on high, dipping and diving when a person roams. Leaflets, like litter from an autumn tree, fluttering groundward, strewing pockmarked roads, tell dispossessed folk, “Again, you...

The Passing Place me not in a bed at my dying; _I'd rather a bench by the sea Or a patch of green grass in a meadow _Where blossoms rejuven the lea. Let me draw my last breath to the whisper _Of breezes aswirl and adrift; Maybe sigh and then...

  Of Webs and Whispers   I. The Myopic Eye ---a pantoum A spider spinning scripture for the flies--- It thrives on every speck and faintest stain. Its keyhole squint is where its wisdom lies. It threads its venom through the heart and brain. It thrives on every speck and...

Reviewed Poetry Book: Canzoniere by Petrarch, Translated by A.M. Juster, Liveright (Norton) Publishing, 2026 by Margaret Coats A.M. Juster, longtime member of the Society of Classical Poets, has completed the only full English translation of Petrarch’s Canzoniere in formal verse corresponding to the Italian original. Why read it? In reading...

  What Folly Dares What folly dares inflict its spectral pow’r To grieve my love and I who burn to love her? For some deceit has in this bitter hour Transformed me into a forsaken lover. Where once the light and heat of love prevailed Now darkened chill of scorn...

  Allegrezza In the harbor, the masts tilt left and right like metronomes conducting waltzes made of wind and wave, while on the shingle, gulls pluck whelks from briny nooks, their gullets pulsing hard to gulp the rubbery flesh. The shroud-light dims, diminuendo made of mist descends, and all the...

  The Lessons of Lot How long had my watch lasted at the city gate? For days (or weeks? or months?) I’d scanned the endless fields In search of some dim hope, some needed twist of fate From what I knew was due, and soon would be revealed: A fear...

  Prophecy and Divine Intervention in Virgil’s Aeneid. by Kaitlyn Brown The divine, represented through both the supernatural power of prophecy and through divine intervention, plays a very important role in The Aeneid, by Virgil (70-19 B.C.). Prophecy and divine intervention constantly influence Aeneas’s journey and there are many examples...

  The Last Voyage of Barnaby Bear When first the winter twilight dimmed the pane And rain beat softly on the nursery wall, I spread a blanket like a royal train Along my shoulders at adventure's call. My bed became a ship beneath full sail, Its wooden posts rose tall...

  Impressions How often are impressions deemed profound, Accepted fully, carried all around, And stated with assertive satisfaction, From merely a few moments’ interaction?     The Hand of God I have felt the hand of God Securely on my shoulder, With comfort of His staff and rod More clearly...

  The Reveal of the Rocks The August days of summer weighed in full Upon us, green and heavy with sweet scents. That month had seen a drought--the worst in years; The brook beside our farm had ceased to flow. Just trickles now where springtime melts had rushed, Stones long-submerged...

  Art Work First thing each morning, Susie makes the bed. I should say, “sculpts the bed”, because she treats this effort as a work of art instead of just a chore. With care, she works the sheets back into place and smooths them with her hands. From side to...

  A Strange Sun The ships sailed up the river’s mouth, Against a steely, clear-eyed gale, Far from the vineyard of the south, The olive grove and terraced vale. So different from their native lands Appeared, unto each legionnaire, The green hills wrapped in silver bands. And somehow, so much...

  Shave Off Those Whiskers _I do not understand Why some men don’t shave their whiskers. _A beard or a mustache Will turn you into harried risktakers. _You never know what’s hiding Entombed inside a bushy beard— _A fly or spider’s parts? I’ve heard it’s true though it sounds weird....

  The Man from China The man from China struts around D.C. And silences the chatter about tariffs. He says, “You’ll like this deal, just wait and see, Call off your trade-war words and snooping sheriffs.” His pocket’s full of cash and oily deals; Just do not talk of how...

  The Ballad of the Ghost Mountain Boys ---to the “Ghost Mountain Boys” of World War II— especially the Iowa farm boy who was my grandfather.   Prologue There was a day that unawares awoke the world from sleep and sent it witless out to fight with devils in the...

  The Threat of Virtue Falun Gong, which has faced persecution since July 20, 1999, has three main principles: Truth, Compassion, and Forbearance. In China, practitioners are robbed of their organs, which are sold by the state. The State will not allow pursuit of truth Or tolerate a mind that...

  A Poet at the Tower Ah, what a perfect, golden, autumn day. The headsman’s brought the bearded ax, I see. The cocksure ravens strut like popinjays. The river shimmers like a bright malmsey. Make haste and strike; let’s have it done, prithee. The grass, the gentle breeze, the stark...

  Florence Foster Jenkins “A Jenkins recital was never exactly an aesthetic experience--- only to the degree that an early Christian among the lions provided aesthetic experience; it was chiefly immolatory, and Madame Jenkins was always eaten in the end." ---William Meredith Carnegie Hall, New York. October 25, 1944. High...

  WINNERS & RANKINGS The Great American Poetry Competition Judged by Andrew Benson Brown, Joseph Bottum, Margaret Coats, Evan Mantyk, Arthur Mortensen, Joshua Philipp, Mark F. Stone . Henry Longfellow Ode & Ballad Grand Prize Prize Winner ($1,500) Hymn – Joseph Charles Mackenzie   Finalists Tier 1 ($250) The Melody...

  The Gold Star Mother “Dear Mom, Dad, Billy and Baby Sis, It’s rough out here but I’m with some great guys. We look after each other, so mom, I’m well taken care of. Believe it or not, there’s no place I’d rather be. I finally found the place where...

  An American Dash There are two dates on a headstone: the date we’re born, and then the last. And between them there’s a little dash reflecting every day that’s passed. A little dash that represents our life--- all the smiles, and all the tears, all the minutes that turned...

  The Anonymous Soldier Beneath these granite monoliths we stand, Immortalizing warriors’ names in stone. We oft forget the sacrifices made, For liberty is all we’ve ever known. Amongst these tributes stands an unmarked grave, A peaceful seeming monument of stone. It rises proud for all the brave unnamed, Who...

  For Those We Never Meet Before the dawn could touch the pines, _Or gild the ridges high, The miners left their narrow homes _Beneath the August sky. No trumpet hailed their marching feet, _No drum proclaimed their names; The mountains watched them wind below _Like sparks before a flame....

  Ben Franklin's Copper Fugio Cent Designed by Benjamin Franklin, the copper Fugio coin was the first coin circulated in the new United States. On one side of the first coin minted in the new United States you see a sun dial—not a king or queen or anyone— and embossed...

  Three Brief Poems by Luxorius (circa A.D. 500s) translated from Latin by Joseph S. Salemi   11. A Phalaecean poem against a lecher, because he wept that when drunk he could not perform the act of coition. You swive too often, and too frequently— You don’t let up, unless...

  The American Spirit (One Voice, 250 Years)   I Brave loving hearts have helped our nation stand, though history forgets the giver’s names; no marble marks the works of helping hands, but countless lives are strengthened all the same. A meal that’s shared; a burden freely borne; a word...

  The Ballad of Zebulon Pike In Colorado’s mountain range _There stands a peak named Pike’s. Named for our hero Zebulon The revolution’s own true son His father fought for Washington, _Our freedom and our rights. Like our country, born at war _In George’s winter camp--- A Jersey boy who...

  We Are the Ones The first to circumnavigate the globe, To map the continents and island chains, To climb the highest mountain peaks, to probe What lies beneath the waves and underground, To reach the north and south magnetic poles. We walked upon the moon, and now we're bound...

  My Pyjamas! My jamas have lemurs and llamas, A rude cockatoo and a yak, Cerulean shrews and iguanas All running amok on the back. Each sleeve has a mischief of muskrats, A murder of clamorous crows, A skink, a pink skunk and four fruit bats With rows of opposable...

  A Snowy Egret While driving down the road one day, in the pouring rain, a snowy egret flew above him, like a mighty crane. He saw its giant underbelly and great wing-span soar; it was not anything that he had ever seen before. He wondered why it bade its...

  The Swearing-in of Calvin Coolidge ---Plymouth Notch, Vermont, 1923 Strange, the postman’s loud, insistent knock (The nearest phone, in town, two miles away) Which roused them out of bed at one o’clock, Tired from bringing in the August hay. And stranger still, two telegrams they read By lantern light:...

  Ballad of the Sequoia _Six hundred years ago, My seed was planted in the ground, _A life so full of promise, And the green grass all around, _Since then, I’ve weathered storms; I’ve seen my brothers come and go, _But here I am still rooted, In this valley here...

  The 51st State "A republic, if you can keep it." — Benjamin Franklin, attributed answer after the Constitutional Convention, 1787 I sometimes wish—in England now— We were the 51st State Of America—and knew somehow We'd failed the test, become third rate. The Puritans who left these shores, First from...

  La Uva I packed a bag of grapes into her lunch. My hands resembled his, though not as worn; they brought me back to what he told me once, just days before my little girl was born. … “Ay, mijo, come outside,” my grandpa said. He swung the screen...