Heritage as Hope I saw the cricket scene in evening light, In Windsor light with calm men moving through The...

All poems translated from Russian. The Rock A gold cloud rested the whole night Upon the breast of a huge...

Joy Comes Softly silent; kindly kept, ___the haunted hours crept. Moonlit minutes—marked and mute, ___the lonely doubt takes root. The...

Bridge of Memories a symmetrelle in mixed syllabic meter A bridge built of memories spans the gap between future and...

I remember our marriage the horses, the carriage the millions we spent on your gown we threw out the book...

The Archaeological Gardens at Giardini-Naxos 7 March 2018 The stones are overgrown with clover now, Drowned by daisies, fresh cape...

  In an old timber town lived a man of renown; With a chainsaw he couldn’t be beat, And as...

The pika climbs the snowless slopes in hope of finding cooler climes. A tailless kin to hares, he shelters under...

  Tulip Tree in Bloom, January Every working day I pass a tulip tree on yellow grass and strain to...

  The Fairies Danced The fairies danced and shone like diamonds on __The lake below. My pole across my knees;...

The Devil’s Details There’s a devil in the details, Those traits we like to sort; There’s a devil in the...

Lullaby When you sang to your baby boy did other hearts not fill with joy those few who just happened...

  The painful birth of motherhood So few have really understood Is but a shadow that foretells The pain our...

''A good poem helps to change the shape and significance of the universe, helps to extend everyone’s knowledge of himself...

I used to be politer, but more boring, my friends say. They could take me anywhere. My conversation wasn’t overbearing....

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 (All poetry by Bruce Dale Wise) Am-air-ica by Eber L. Aucsidew Die Welt proclaimed the biggest drop in CO2 was...

  At last, some time to catch my breath – a rest, a respite in the fight – How many...

From the White Cloud Poetry Society. Translation by Jennifer Zeng, rendition in formal verse by Damian Robin   With all...

  When naming things, you have to use a noun; A verb shows action or a state of being. An...

Sing me a sonnet of spring's first sweet kiss. Let me gaze at splendid colors around. warm sun touching my...

When spring arrives, the wildflow’rs start to grow In woods and fields, and by the country lanes. In reds and...

I am the shining star above-- The perfect ray of light. I am the wisest thought conceived, I am the...

On looking into the mirror one afternoon An old buzzard once came and he knocked on my heart, And politely...

  When cathedral bells toll through the morning and sunlight touches steeples with its glare, and arrows on the town...

Charles the Bold was the last independent Duke of Burgundy. Killed at the Battle of Nancy by the Swiss, his...

  by James Green “Come live with me and be my Love, And we will all the pleasures prove That...

In the painting, she has turned to look back At where her lover’s  corpse lies in the  ground. Her face...

  Goose Sense A burden and a bore I must have been; As handy as another leg, I'd slouch The...

In dactylic hexameter Turgid the sea as it billows and foams in the face of the tempest. Wind-lifted wave-crests explode...

Ms. Wang Lixuan and her son, Meng Hao, were detained on Oct. 22, 2000. Mother and baby both died at...

In my dreams, I always see you smiling, Your bright eyes twinkling like a million stars. In my dreams, there...

A Cello Knows Amidst the smoke and light and laughter Along the smiles and cheers thereafter A sound is bled,...

April 26 is Poem in Your Pocket Day, part of National Poetry Month. On this day, people are encouraged to...

The lamp holds sway along the shadowed streets A penumbra encircles its sweet shine As night rests softly like a...

Fear A ballad I said to Fear, “Away from here!” And, softly, he withdrew. But, lost in thought, I plain...

From Lost Love & Other Lyrics A casida Sleep, the enemy of inspiration, An unlikely ally that hangs around, With...

  Wee hours, when crickets tune their eerie cords and hoot the yawning owls at twinkling stars; the night-maid roves...

How Can We Know? A villanelle How can we know where we go when we die; Pondering signs, looking up...

Part 1 Between a teardrop and the heart, We sense our feelings weakened, mourn, For sadness as the tones impart...