Poems

Said Secrecy to Cowardice and Fraud,Falsehood and Treachery, in close council met,Deep under ground, in Pluto's cabinet,"The frost of England's pride will soon be thawed;"Hooded the open brow that overawed"Our schemes; the faith and honour, never yet"By us with hope encountered, be upset;"For once I burst my bands, and cry, applaud!"Then whispered she, "The Bill is carrying … [Read more...] about Sonnets – VII. – Said Secrecy To Cowardice And Fraud, By: William Wordsworth

"Miss not the occasion: by the forelock takeThat subtile Power, the never-halting Time,Lest a mere moment's putting-off should makeMischance almost as heavy as a crime." "Wait, prithee, wait!" this answer Lesbia threwForth to her Dove, and took no further heed;Her eye was busy, while her fingers flewAcross the harp, with soul-engrossing speed;But from that bondage when her … [Read more...] about Sonnets – VI. – To…, By: William Wordsworth

I captured summer in a jar,Knowing it wouldn’t go that far.Pickles covered with brine-tasting each slice, so sublime.My summer is just about gonesummer was here on a loan. … [Read more...] about Capturing Summer, By: Mary Bone

Four fiery steeds impatient of the reinWhirled us o'er sunless ground beneath a skyAs void of sunshine, when, from that wide plain,Clear tops of far-off mountains we descry,Like a Sierra of cerulean Spain,All light and lustre. Did no heart reply;Yes, there was One; for One, asunder flyThe thousand links of that ethereal chain;And green vales open out, with grove and field,And … [Read more...] about Sonnets – V. – Four Fiery Steeds Impatient Of The Rein, By: William Wordsworth

Mason tagged Penelopeon a dating app,and three years later,Penelope told Mason he was itbefore their family and friendsat an altar in a white gazebo.It was a sleepy Saturday afternoon.The couple had their feet proppedon the maple tableas they peered over the balcony.Penelope sipped chilled vitamin waterfrom a frosty glass with rocksand a splash of rum.Lake Erie folded over … [Read more...] about A Fishy Catch, By: Andrew Cyr