Refuted Facts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ways to agreement beyond the sparring the minuet of debate of advocacy, of winning findings words of compromise uncontested claims ...
Poems about claims (47 Poems)
A King (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A king, not of this world being baited, tested, by the emissary, the local ruler, representative of the Emperor Would ...
Discovery (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How aptly named, is discovery, the information the case of the Division Page after page, a catalog of surprises, discoveries ...
Be Like Children (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Children were not privileged, they were the last, the bottom rung on the ladder of life in His day the ...
Confused by Ambition (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Missing the message, the real message He was teaching lost in their own thoughts, their own ambitions, rivalry their own ...
Too Young (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Too Young Too soon To lose a child To mourn For the innocent. Cancer, ugly stain Claims another Life Another ...
Consolidation of Tools in Motion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Was it 12(g) that governed My studies tonight Use all my tools now, Spread before me, Or lose them later ...
Picnic-time (Eugene Field Poem)
It's June ag'in, an' in my soul I feel the fillin' joy That's sure to come this time o' year ...
The Truckers (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
The Monks Of Catalonia (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
The Phoenix (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
A Female Friend advis'd a Swain (Whose Heart she wish'd at ease) Make Love thy Pleasure, not thy Pain, Nor ...
Henry the Seventh (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Henry the Seventh of England Wasn't out of the Royal top drawer, The only connection of which he could boast, ...
Gerontion (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Milton (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
I had some things that I called mine (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I had some things that I called mine -- And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim ...
I could not prove the Years had feet — (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I could not prove the Years had feet -- Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past ...
Awake ye muses nine (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine, Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! Oh the Earth ...
Your Voices Joined Is All It Takes (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
They came in masted wooden ships across an unindentured sea and cast their lot in ocean swells to chance at ...
The Ease and Charm of You (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
There's an infinity of wisdom in your smile that would deny the winsome wit that lies at back of it; ...
Silvered In The Dying Light (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
Political nonsense (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
Partisanship and politics (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Were I not a patriot, which of course I am, I would explain just how the term remains a sticking ...
I Mark Your Courage (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
I had no profound feelings of shock or surprise to those matter-of-fact revelations which spelled the end of this chapter ...
Hidden dangers (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Which things excited you the most when you were young, can you recall the pleasures they would bring? Indulge yourself, ...
For you secular needs (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I've watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and ...
Bitter sweet (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...