‘Learning to Laugh’ and Other Poetry by William Harder
. Learning to Laugh The pathos of a circus clown, with empty pockets inside out, now challenges a small boy’s...
Read moreDetails. Learning to Laugh The pathos of a circus clown, with empty pockets inside out, now challenges a small boy’s...
Read moreDetails. I Can’t Be Bought I can’t be bought. They always pan my poems and they have a plan to...
Read moreDetails. Another Day How time has wasted, over time, over time. __At least to me, that’s how it seems. Oh...
Read moreDetails. The Blue Absorbent Towel . As he fillets my leg and makes a flap above my knee of skin...
Read moreDetails. Dear Death… Don't tickle with your sickle __Don't taunt me when I'm sick. Don’t make me writhe. Don’t spare the scythe. __Be...
Read moreDetails. Ambition We’re dipping our toes in the paddling pool __When we ought to be tackling the seas. There’s no...
Read moreDetails. https://www.youtube.com/shorts/S2VaIdhn3kg?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/t99I9LcfEhs?feature=share https://www.youtube.com/shorts/4P99bbEAh-0?feature=share . . Andrew Benson Brown has had poems and reviews published in a few journals. His epic-in-progress,...
Read moreDetails. Windjam Dry leaves abruptly fell that day— Whirled weathervane communiqué Proposing a quick stroll away Along a narrow inlaid...
Read moreDetails. What Time Is It? “What time is it?” he asks of me, __“It’s now eleven o’clock;” “What time is...
Read moreDetails. Requiem The notes we cherish most Are gathered from the throats Of those who perished young. The song we...
Read moreDetails. A Star O silent sphere of silver-soft-spun light,Thou crystal pearl strung on an airy veilSuffusing bright celestial delightIn snowy...
Read moreDetails. Blessings Every now and then when I’m in prayer I feel Your famous joyfulness descend. It doesn’t descend, of...
Read moreDetails. On Cats and Love My cat does not explain himself. He knows his reasons. Why must I? He needs...
Read moreDetails. The Plight of a Troubled Young Soul Parts I and II are paraphrases of actual notes. . I. Not...
Read moreDetails. Failing at History She always argued when I used to say We were like the great lovers of the...
Read moreDetails. Zelda She and Scott were the face of the Jazz Age, Drunk and riotous in post-war Paris, He scribbling...
Read moreDetails. To Find a Waterfall The wild forest is a spiritual place. Disbelief does not last there. Halfway through My span...
Read moreDetails. The Kakistocracy Does the news give you malneirophrenia, __but you've not been to sleep? Do you galumph all day...
Read moreDetails. Because She Walked In Beauty They sentenced her to over seventy lashes, Because she walked in beauty, hair revealed,...
Read moreDetails. Summer of ‘73 It’s sunset and the sidewalk still feels hot. My legs and feet are bare, they do...
Read moreDetails. Father after "So Far, So Near," by Christopher Pearse Cranch (1813-1892). Father, maker of all spirit, infinite, You can...
Read moreDetails. . . Maura H. Harrison is a writer, photographer, and fiber artist from Fredericksburg, VA. She is currently an...
Read moreDetails. Again The bench is near where children play And where she sits to dream and muse. She knows her...
Read moreDetails. I’ll Keep My Truck I’ll keep my truck. I won’t revise my thinking as gas prices rise. My son-in-law...
Read moreDetails. The Pitcher Plant The insect dances on a pitcher plant drinking deep the fabled honey nectar. The rim affords...
Read moreDetails. The School Bell The schooldays weave a maze inside my mind, A maze with streets resounding childish zeal; The...
Read moreDetails. Long List of Requirements The sweet and lovely woman sought __A man to call her own. She had lots...
Read moreDetails. To My Brother after John Keats When I have fears that I may lose my sight before I've savored...
Read moreDetails. A Mighty Fortress for Diane My eyes ache from the tears still left unshed As I remember all she...
Read moreDetails. The Five Ages Beneath rose bower and sweet cherry shade Long since have Saturn’s golden people slept And for...
Read moreDetails. Song of the Snow by Amado Nervo (1870-1919) translated by Isabel Chenot How miraculous Nature is! Doesn't the snow...
Read moreDetails. Bunker Hill: The Death of Joseph Warren from Legends of Liberty, Volume 2 Dramatis Personae Joseph Warren – Physician,...
Read moreDetails. Fallen Hummingbird A formal-verse remake of a free-verse poem of the same name written by my mother on October...
Read moreDetails. Saint Sebastianus Sebastianus, soldier, pinioned, bleeding, Stands at his lonely and forgotten post Unperceived—no, even unsuspected— By the diseased...
Read moreDetails. The Unchecked Pawn Quickly Black castled king-side and planned his attack. White then countered with confidence, primed for a...
Read moreDetails. Shakespeare Re-placed Re-Verse Engineering In the picture above, SCP poet James A. Tweedie has taken the image of Venus...
Read moreDetails. The 10 Best Poems of Emily Dickinson by Monika Cooper Being presented with an Emily Dickinson poem is like...
Read moreDetails. Homebound They get too old to come to Mass, too sick, Too shaky on their legs or just too...
Read moreDetails. The Darkened Hill We drove and found the childhood place where you would run and hide for space away...
Read moreDetails. Without a Dad Without a Dad, you are not sure, And never know you could endure The many doubts...
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