Mar 28, 2017 | Grief, Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
After great pain, a formal feeling comes – The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs – The stiff Heart questions ‘was it He, that bore,’ And ‘Yesterday, or Centuries before’? The Feet, mechanical, go round – A Wooden way Of Ground, or Air, or Ought – Regardless grown, A...
Feb 23, 2017 | Acrostic, Gus Stevens, Humor, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet
A crostics, the poems assigned to school C hildren because they don’t yet know how to R hyme or count syllables—the teachers tool O nce they’ve learned their letters and the first few S ounds that blend together to make up words. T imothy begins with the...
Feb 13, 2017 | Gus Stevens, Love, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Today’s the second month and fourteenth day of yet another year. When paper hearts are cut from folded pink and Love portrayed as a cartoon infant, blind and armed with darts to skewer Spring’s first sons. Meanwhile pitchmen ply their wares: the...
Feb 6, 2017 | Erotic, Love, Quatrains, The Work of Greater Minds
Naked was my dark love, and, knowing my heart, Adorned in but her most sonorous gems, Their high pomp decked her with the conquering art Of Moorish slave girls crowned with diadems. Dancing for me with lively, mocking sound, This world of stone and metal, brittle and...
Feb 4, 2017 | Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
They in their cruel traps, and we in ours, Survey each other’s rage, and pass the hours Commiserating each the other’s woe, To mitigate his own pain’s fiery glow. Man could but little proffer in exchange Save that his cages have a larger range. That lion with his...
