On Being Asked to Write a Poem Against the War in Vietnam - Hayden Carruth

Well I have and in fact
more than one and I'll
tell you this too

The Hangman - Maurice Ogden

Into our town the Hangman came,
Smelling of gold and blood and flame.
And he paced our bricks with a diffident air,
And built his frame on the courthouse square.

The Mother's Song - Jean M. Auel

Out of the darkness, the chaos of time,
the whirlwind gave birth to the Mother sublime.
She woke to Herself knowing life had great worth,
the dark empty void grieved the Great Mother Earth.

A beautiful start to the end of the world - María Turrero-García

No embers fell from the sky

No bells were heard

Boxing Day - Kenward Elmslie

Today is Boxing Day

in an isle parts of us hail from

surely not homage to Sugar Ray

or container congloms

No Pain Like Our Pain - Rabbi Tamara Cohen

Dear God, help us look,

look closer so that we may see

our children in their children,

their children in our own. 

Breakfast - Dan Slobin

Making my breakfast

I look out through the kitchen window:

two deer

peacefully munching at my garden.

Litany for Dictatorships - Stephen Vincent Benét

For all those beaten, for the broken heads,

The fosterless, the simple, the oppressed,

The ghosts in the burning city of our time ...

Food - Katerina Stoykova

Tomatoes bring love.

Potatoes raise consciousness.

 

The Rainbow's End - Google Bard

The water falls, a thousand flecks of light,

And through the spray the rainbow's arch is thrown,

A bridge of colour spanning heaven and night,

A promise of the sun beyond the stone.

I Will Not Hurry - Ralph Spaulding Cushman

I will not hurry through this day!

Lord, I will listen by the way,

The rainbow - ChatGPT

Through a veil of water, hues so bright and gay

A wondrous sight, that fills my heart with awe

As cascading droplets form fine spray

And rainbow arches, ashimmer, without flaw.

The Crying Game - Tanya Ko Hong

One November morning outside Saratoga Springs

over coffee at the Red Roof Inn you say

We’re leaving for Florida

On Being Brought from Africa to America - Phillis Wheatley

'Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,

Taught my benighted soul to understand

The Calling - Aaron Brown

I 

In three days, they took down the temple brick by brick:

the steel-toothed claws ripping apart tile and mortar, 

Obeah Woman - Eileen Hall

So lef’ me, ef you waan’a feel

How p’isin sting from manchineel.

Basket - No‘u Revilla

She brings her host a basket:

earrings, mats, testimony

This basket, she says, is medicine.

Still they say hope is on the way - Becki Friend

Yesterday I felt myself

begin to die,

shadows behind my eyes

stretched between

a deepening green

Advent Antiphons - Sister M. Charlita

From Mary's sweet silence,

Come, Word mutely spoken!

St. Olaf’s Fountain - Hjalmar Hjorth Boyesen

Like a ball of blood-red fire

Sinks the sun o’er forests sleeping,

Wondrously in splendor steeping

Glaciers far with cloud-capt spire.