Wa le ghalib il Allah (God is the only victor) —Muhamed Ibn-l-Ahmar, founder of the Alhambra Palace He rode across the star-engulfed...

A rose is lying in the summer mud— The dew still fresh from when it fell last night. A phoenix sinks into a sea of sands— See how the...

I saw a young bard, A prince sitting on An ancient divan, Plucking the strings Of his Dorian lyre. His dainty fingers Strummed the gentle...

The man who never cries is like the ship That never sailed or left the sleepy shores, Who’s never felt the waves of peril whip Against...

I’ve dreamt dreams fairer than my father’s dreams— I’ve dreamt dreams fairer than my mother’s dreams— Dreams dreamt by strangers stranger...

I dreamt an endless dream; I dreamt my dreams had ceased. I dreamt the darkest dream; I dreamt of blinding light. I dreamt I was a fool;...

Trekking among the steep defiles, Trailed by the sage, a young boy tried To use the dim-lit stars in hopes Of finding some path or some...

Lay down your armor And play for me your precious lyre; And let me hear Your deepest dreams and frail desires. Lay down your armor And...

Who goes there, wandering About the mists and the rains? Among the alpine crests And mountains’ crystal streams? A Chinese mountain man...

Life is like a waking dream, Ripples on a fading stream, It has laughter, it has crying— A beginning and an ending. It's dear like a...

The dreams I had have been forgotten now— The dreams I once believed I knew were true— The dreams I know will haunt me every day— The...

The poems of Kevin Roberts (1969-2008) are indeed an anomaly among the sea of “Modernist,” “Formalist” and “Contemporary” verses that...

Over the sultry seas and snowy peaks, A rich and glowing sun appears, Creeping from out the craggy recesses And pouring through the...

It is absurd to think that the only way to tell if a poem is lasting is to wait and see if it lasts. The right reader of a good poem can...

The travelers had reached a gorge Whose darkness they would have to breach. The mountaintops lay far ahead— “Such darkness has a lot to...

A sage and pupil made their way Into a deep and darkened wood. They searched and wandered places Where for years no traveler would. The...

It was upon a quiet night As graying clouds raced past the moon, A sage and pupil made their way Into a deep and darkened wood. Among ...

Contrary to the sundry definitions of metaphor proffered by school teachers and dictionaries, Metaphor is not some mere literary device;...

Among the starry schemes and bright Plateaus of foggy mountain peaks, A master and his pupil made Their way towards the dragon’s grot. ...

A master and his pupil stood Before the foot of Dragon Mount. They readied themselves for the trek Across its dark and snowy grots....