In the Flash of Light (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God was there, in the brilliant flash of light in the booming voice from on high speaking to His tormented, ...
God was there, in the brilliant flash of light in the booming voice from on high speaking to His tormented, ...
What better advocate can serve a mission, a calling, a purpose than a converted zealot a true believer one on ...
It was as if the synapses were growing in my mind, as he spoke He was, God was connecting the ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
He climbed toward the blinding light and when his eyes adjusted he looked down and could see his fellow prisoners ...
They'll always tell a story those obscure mementos stacked on dusty shelves, demure and silent like the other gaudy tributes ...
I was schooled well before he died, able at least to feel what others felt when their fathers were deceased. ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
Old Noah he had an ostrich farm and fowls on the largest scale, He ate his egg with a ladle ...
Could not once blinding me, cruel, suffice? When first I look'd on thee, I lost mine eyes. (Richard Crashaw)
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
In most self-portraits it is the face that dominates: Cezanne is a pair of eyes swimming in brushstrokes, Van Gogh ...
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
SIT stilla worda breath may break (As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) The glassy calm that soothes my woes, ...
Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
In darkness the loud sea makes moan; And earth is shaken, and all evils creep About her ways. Oh, now ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
THE WINTRY west extends his blast, And hail and rain does blaw; Or the stormy north sends driving forth The ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
and the sun weilds mercy but like a jet torch carried to high, and the jets whip across its sight ...
call it the greenhouse effect or whatever but it just doesn't rain like it used to. I particularly remember the ...
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