light verse: results 1–14 of 14

The Nine Little Goblins  by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

27 October 2007
Vol. 7, No. 3
poetry, classic, rhyme

They all climbed up on a high board fence—

Nine little Goblins, with green-glass eyes—

Nine little Goblins that had no sense,

And couldn't tell coppers from cold mince pies;

And they all climbed up on the fence, and sat—

And I asked them what they were staring at.

Broken Sonnet to the Building Super  by ASH BOWEN

Mr. Fix-It, you're no passkey Schneider,

eager to put your key in my Julie.

Oh, but say the word, my big star lucky —

I'll curtsey like a love-hungry spider.

Just Curious  by JAMES C. HENDERSON

11 August 2006
Vol. 6, No. 2

…a third-grader with cornrows in her hair

and skin the color of walnut, asks me:

"Is it true that men always want

to know what women are thinking?"


12 December 2005
Vol. 5, No. 4
poetry, classic, rhyme

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,

   Jumping from the chair she sat in;

Time, you thief, who love to get

   Sweets into your list, put that in!

Let Us Drink and Be Merry  by THOMAS JORDAN

19 November 2005
Vol. 5, No. 3
poetry, classic, rhyme

Let us drink and be merry, dance, joke, and rejoice,

With claret and sherry, theorbo and voice!


31 August 2005
Vol. 5, No. 2
poetry, classic, rhyme

You needn't be trying to comfort me,

I tell you my Dolly is dead!

There's no use in saying she isn't

With a crack like that in her head.

Growing Pains  by C. L. BLEDSOE

9 May 2005
Vol. 5, No. 1

Mother lying on the couch coughing fire,

the death of applause. Father puddled on the floor,

paycheck spent on modeling glue. Sisters, brothers.

Burn the couch, the television…


2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4

…this morning I was


to see

my wife

looked like

Peter Sellers.

8 guppies died  by MICHAEL ESTABROOK

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3
poetry, prose poem

in a pale yellow Tupperware bowl on the way into Boston…

I Believe in Miracles  by SCOTT BAILEY

2 September 2004
Vol. 4, No. 3

since regaining all my faith

in aerosols,

sweet whipped cream for instance.

Old Dog, New Trick  by JACK CONWAY

2 September 2003
Vol. 3, No. 3
poetry, prose poem

Man walks into a bar with his dog and says to the bartender, "You wanna buy this dog? He recites poetry."

Visualize Being Towed  by CRALAN KELDER

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4

said the sign

in the parking lot

Or Frogs

Sparse Beauty  by CRALAN KELDER

2 December 2002
Vol. 2, No. 4

After a bath

my very clean ass

Brautigan's Guts  by MATTHEW W. SCHMEER

2 September 2002
Vol. 2, No. 3

Hey, Richard,

the rug

got dirty…


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