‘Rose Window’ and Other Poetry by Robert Walton
Rose Window Firs at sunset cast golden geometries As myriad needles swarm like bees And burst into sun-kindled flame –...
Read moreDetailsRose Window Firs at sunset cast golden geometries As myriad needles swarm like bees And burst into sun-kindled flame –...
Read moreDetailsWhere Can I Find You? A girl, with hair the colour of honey, giggled while she chased a little...
Read moreDetailsVessel No one can insure candlelight; its flame Precisely burns in flickering waves of gas, Ingesting oxygen while fibers...
Read moreDetailsThe nightingale flutters on its wings And lighting on a branch he sings Voices the song of his spirit Brings...
Read moreDetailsMaoism “Power comes from the barrel of a gun,” That was the essence of Mao’s logic. Millions have perished under...
Read moreDetailsLife's Golden Key Like the sparrow, robin and crow sharing in a concrete birdbath, mortals require kindness to grow, pleasantly...
Read moreDetailsI. The people of China in ancient times, Knew good was blessed and evil was punished, By Gods who...
Read moreDetailsIn the Shadow of a Mountain In the shadow of a mountain lies a valley, lies my home swaddled by...
Read moreDetailsShadow of the Laogai In the Laogai’s shadow, the ghosts of China stir, Unseen by dreaming eyes as golden...
Read moreDetailsShakespeare Wrote Shakespeare Some say that Shakespeare didn’t write The many works that bear his name; But surely if that...
Read moreDetailsThe Day the Persecution Began "The year is 1999, July, A king of terror would come from the sky,”...
Read moreDetailsHe Kept On By Erisbawdle Cue He kept on striving to attain an ideality connected to the good, but grounded...
Read moreDetailsJust a Dream I. You vowed to descend to the world below, In an agreement that was made. To the...
Read moreDetailsTares in the Wheat "No one, having put his hand to the plow, and looking back, is fit for the...
Read moreDetailsYouths' Sonnet They view the world through filmy innocence, these youngsters who now hear the future call. Into that forest...
Read moreDetailsI've had some poems I could submit but now I've got behind a bit, they're packed inside the silent hive...
Read moreDetailsThe British are coming! The whole fourth estate Must wear what is smart For William and Kate. The British are...
Read moreDetailsTo incarnate legally─ No reincarnates can be found In Beijing’s atheist compound─ In this city where dead is dead─ A...
Read moreDetailsOur Day in the Sun We, each of us, every one Have had our day in the sun Came a...
Read moreDetails"...that best portion of a good man's life; His little, nameless, unremembered acts Of kindness and of love."...
Read moreDetailsLife Ravaged forests again take root Life nestling within the sturdy acorn Cannot be throttled Ashes reborn yield bitter fruit...
Read moreDetailsDandelions She touched their gray-haired afros tenderly: an urban six year old with kinky hair who pounced on dandelions (bud-vases...
Read moreDetailsCanadian reservist Corporal Cirillo was killed this day at the War Memorial in Ottawa, while standing in his ceremonial and...
Read moreDetailsThe tip jar was snatched at O Cafe. O! “Somebody just picked it up,” mused the guy at the register....
Read moreDetailsFall Haiku New England college towns: Pumpkins, apples, breakfast in a warm café. Swamp-maples afire! Rusty colored barns, silos draped...
Read moreDetailsFrom the Pages of Washington Irving, for my Hudson River Friends Whoever 's made a voyage up the Hudson must...
Read moreDetailsFrench Suites Each keystroke is precise, clear as a verb Untouched by modifiers. Sharps and flats Are reliable as death,...
Read moreDetailsWaiting at a Bustop Under an Umbrella By Damian Robin The pro-democracy tear-soaked bud could burst into a petaled...
Read moreDetailsTwo Months On I walk between the tired trees restless soldiers standing ground pray for just a tiny breeze bringing...
Read moreDetails610 is there to take it down, the Falun Gong, that touches Dao. It's clear to see the dangers of...
Read moreDetailsCourage I saw a tiny spider spin a web Within my humble hut between two beams. He tried to throw...
Read moreDetailsI saw the face of beauty fixed Upon the rising sun Beyond all mortal compliment Her loveliness there shone Within...
Read moreDetailsLamenting our Complicity in the Installation of Suicide Nets I met a “bum” outside an Apple store holding a sign...
Read moreDetails"Breathes there a man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself has said, This is my own, my...
Read moreDetailsA counter to a Walt Whitman poem When I first heard the learn'd astronomer explain his proofs and figures, and...
Read moreDetailsChinese Cameo 1 Here’s a tale of friends and family— Near the founding of the CCP, Zhou Enlai and Sun...
Read moreDetailsI hope your life will offer you new opportunities, that you will find contentment in the choices that you...
Read moreDetailsWhen snow arrives As long forecast, It sets a scene That does not last; But for the while Snow...
Read moreDetailsFor the Mid-Autumn, or Moon, Festival My Ford Explorer would ascend no higher: Stuck half-way up that driveway's first steep hill....
Read moreDetailsThe Truth James Foley Stood For, a Ten-nos* James Foley, searching for the truth, a photo journalist, was murdered...
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