Denise Sobilo

About Denise Sobilo

Denise Sobilo is a poet who serves as a caregiver to her elderly mother. She was a stay-at-home mom and assisted her husband in his business.

“Usury”

By |2021-01-17T20:35:19-06:00January 17th, 2021|Categories: Poetry|

It is the strong young men of sturdy frame, sound minds, skilled hands, stout hearts, spirits stalwart, who build nations: who man and nature tame; who erect the edificial rampart of a paterfamilial surname; who by their labors arête impart, [1] who then these things defend. […]

“Promenade on the Nevsky Prospekt”

By |2020-12-20T12:40:36-06:00December 20th, 2020|Categories: Poetry, Russia|

This gentleman evidently belonged to the category of those people who wish the Government to interfere in everything, even in their daily quarrels with their wives. —”The Nose” by Nikolai Gogol Braving the blust’ring blizzarding snow, lo, I am the poet Zhivago buffeted by this fierce maelstrom sent by grim Russian wintry discontent. […]

“Advent of the Eskaton”

By |2020-07-25T12:10:18-05:00July 25th, 2020|Categories: Christianity, Evil, Imagination, Poetry|

‘You may say this to Théoden son of Thengel: open war lies before him, with Sauron or against him. None may live now as they have lived, and few shall keep what they call their own. —J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings ‘Ware, ‘ware! in the watches of the night; for the devil reigns in darkness while [...]

“Misericordia”

By |2020-04-19T08:04:57-05:00April 19th, 2020|Categories: Catholicism, Christianity, Culture, Easter, Poetry, Religion|

Within Thy wounds hide me. Anima Christi Anonymous, 14th century Lo: Gethsemane; as well, its vintage consecrated by His transformative Passion’s dramaturgy—abrogative, not regenerative, for the mintage of stigmata imprints Caesar’s coinage indelibly. But what is God’s to give […]

“Caritas”

By |2020-04-11T23:02:43-05:00April 11th, 2020|Categories: Christianity, Easter, Imagination, Love, Poetry, Religion|

Love must not be, but take a body too Air and Angels —John Donne The primal metaphor has been transposed as sleep an affiance with death eludes for death defective is but sleep. Alludes to resurrection now: a dawning rosed […]

“Pieta”

By |2020-04-09T20:15:18-05:00April 9th, 2020|Categories: Christianity, Easter, Imagination, Poetry|

Daughters of Jerusalem, weep not over me; but weep for yourselves, and for your children. Luke 23:28 All gardens have now become Gethsemane: forsaken shadowscapes of sterile blight where no solace may be found, nor any light. Branches cruciate dominate cruelly. […]

“An Open Letter to a Fellow Poet”

By |2019-11-15T15:29:56-06:00November 15th, 2019|Categories: Poetry|

for Adam Sedia[1] But why against one poor poet, a hundred men?                                     "Cyrano de Bergerac"                                     Edmond Rostand What dreams do come to distress needful sleep, to cause me wakeful to take up my pen and write [...]

“The Nihilism of the Empty Tomb”

By |2019-04-05T13:13:21-05:00April 5th, 2019|Categories: Christianity, History, Literature, Poetry|

They seek him here; they seek him there. Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven?—Is he in hell? That damned, elusive Pimpernel!  —The Scarlet Pimpernel, Baroness Orczy “Come now, let us be reasonable men as befits us in this epoch, this age, of enlightenment. If such it be, then why must we continue our [...]

“On First Looking into an Abridged Homer”

By |2021-02-27T10:50:49-06:00March 4th, 2018|Categories: Great Books, Homer, Poetry|

For Exander, on his second birthday In this egalitarian age of trans(en)gendered equivalencies work-product art exists, no more or less, as a fungible proxy for any other unit of work-product art; none are good, so there can be none better; to be deemed best but sleight-of-hand prestige: counterfeit currency for consumption. This present is nothing [...]

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