The Poet of the American Revolution

Two poems from Philip Freneau

The American Soldier A Picture from the Life To serve with love, And shed your blood, Approved may be above, But here below (Example shew,) ’Tis dangerous to be good. — Lord Oxford Deep in ...

Blue be the sky and soft the breeze

A poem about June

June I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At rest within the ground, ’Twere pleasant, that in flowery June, When brooks send up ...

Glorious sci-fi futures of slave robots

Three poems by Rick Hill

True Love at Seventy is passion honed by anticipation of coming despair and a certain prayer one of us will bid for one day more or one warm morning or just one shared moment of ...

Her turtle throws Platonic stars on walls

Three poems by Robert Griffith

Geometry Above the lake, the little birds flit in shallow sine waves, skimming low to catch the mayfly hatch, and leaving cold, concentric rings where beaks and wingtips kiss the glass. The morning light is ...

There must be better ways than saying “no”

Three poems by Rachel Hadas

Dawns Each dawn is an amazement. From the subterranean corridors of night, my slippery crags and sucking mudslides, desperate scrambles, floundering through snow, wallowing waist-deep through murky waters. Your maze of unlit streets, criss-crossing freeways, ...

Financial Advice to Poets

Plus three more by Joseph S. Salemi

Military Funeral The muffled roll of drums, the folded flag; Three volleys from bolt-actions, sharp and crisp; The clink of cartridge casings, and a wisp Of bluish smoke. Then Taps begins its drag Of lengthened ...

May, a parody of real Spring

Two poems by James Russell Lowell

Under the Willows May is a pious fraud of the almanac. A ghastly parody of real Spring Shaped out of snow and breathed with eastern wind; Or if, o’er-confident, she trust the date, And, with ...

Let the cow mow the grass

Three poems by Frederick Turner

The Peace Treaty My neighbor’s cow has got across The green creek down below, She’s on my island, eating grass That I had planned to mow. And so I sit and watch her graze, And ...

Finish! And find a job. And pay the landlord.

Three poems by Maryann Corbett

The Resistance Their backs bent double and their heads kept low, the seedling maples infiltrate the row. A tyrant with a keen idea of order, I slaughter the insurgents at the border, scuffle and slash ...

The rain is raining all around

Three poems about the seasons by Robert Louis Stevenson

Flower God, God of the Spring FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful, Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles, Here I wander in April Cold, grey-headed; and still to my Heart, Spring ...

A call for sonnets

When in the spring fair April shows her face

We present the five winning entries (in alphabetical order) of our sonnet contest in honor of the 400th anniversary of William Shakespeare’s death (April 23, 1616). Eulogy for Broadway (Downtown San Diego) By Georges Alvina ...

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