It is a moment or a spot in time, When time is quieted and put away; A simple thing...

A special holiday post featuring "My Cross" by Joe Tessitore of New York, New York; "Pietá" by Tonya McQuade of...

They fell into a numbing sleep Perchance to darkly dream. The kettle for their tea was boiling; The plants were...

  Luckily for the bereft grieving through darkness alone, dawn is abundantly deft at its medicinal tone. When a new...

The Cathedral, Burning by T. M. Moore Flames wreck the walls and ceilings that had stood for centuries, scorch ancient...

  The Life That Is Not Life “I’m getting ready for my trip now.” —Aurelia Brouwers (who chose to be...

The Society of Classical Poets is holding its first Poetry and Culture Symposium at the Princeton Club in Manhattan, on...

  Today poetic form is ostracised. It’s stifled and suppressed, deemed obsolete; classed as archaic, stuffy and effete, a vestige...

’Twas just a fleeting moment when our journeys crossed, When you were walking roadside, munching on the moss, On Christmas,...

Where the Heart Goes Where the heart decides to go, The feet must go along. The heart is first to...

  The Canada Geese used to migrate each year. They’d summer up there and spend winter down here. Their nests...

District E for former Greenpeace Activist Patrick Moore by Eric Awesud Ble It always was at night when people simply...

Wings Oh, to catch the winds of flight And soar where eagles go, To leave the woes of troubled souls...

  The Graeco-Roman historian Lucius Dio Cassius, in his Roman History, describes “dark dinners” that were given by the emperor...

When we listen To his sweet song, Did he then know It'd live this long? A song that gives To...

The Melancholy Snowman Though stony-eyed, I watched the finches glide. The chimney smoke, the builder slide, At night, I gave...

  The Water of Life To die Of thirst Is nigh The worst And saddest way A life may end,...

April 18, 2019 is Poem in Your Pocket Day, part of National Poetry Month. On this day, people are encouraged...

  It seemed a wolf had terrorized the town. Well, isn’t that what wolves are wont to do? The people...

translation from Italian by Luigi Pagano Maybe because you are the image of eternal peace O evening, you are welcomed...

In the Garden In Paradise there is a place where ruby-colored roses grace the trellises of precious pearl - so...

Curve It’s just a simple curve, gouged by a string to make a tidy border in between the walkway and...

That I Might Learn to Love a villanelle That I might learn to love I sorely prayed with hopes that...

The following are excerpted from James Sale's upcoming book Divine Comedies.   Exit from Hell I did well in life....

  When May became P. M., she had a doggéd view - Her Parliament majority would fly us through: All...

  The Pregnant Woman The Pregnant Woman nests a baby seed Who's ever pressing on her very core While her...

  —from A Gallery of Ethopaths The world is filled with brainless brats Who all insist on having tats. These...

  How I long for the days gone by, Such memories overtake me. I look back on my life and...

  Beyond the brimming ages Gabriel waits, his foremost message burning on his breath. Through time men slide, creeping through...

  Translated by Ihar Kazak At the door it seems I hear The stomping of evil strangers. This has been...

(by the ancient lawgiver who threw himself on his blade to satisfy a legal technicality) 625 b.c.e. Yours is a...

  Though all the world should grovel and bend To the minions of deepest hell, Our days of glory shall...

. The Black Children In China, until rather recently, each pair of parents was allowed one kid, according to the...

  From the stations they sent out a call To their jillaroo friends - one and all; For an overnight...

  I am a captive of the wicked queen. My mind’s a blank; the temptress took my soul. I know...

Note: Teaching classical poetry rather than other forms of poetry or modern literature makes a difference. Inherent in classical poetry...

Anonymous (12th Century), 'Du bist mein' ('You are mine') I am yours and you, mine are; Of this ought you be...

  He thinks in lines And vexing vertices. His shining mind always inclines To maths and magnitude, minute degrees Of...

  Ere gloaming wanes, acceding sable night, As writhen mists conceal a pallid moon, From bastion vigil, thou descry a...

William Ruleman: Profane and Sacred Love, Feather Books, 2002 and reprint 2014 by James Sale Having read some excellent poetry...