dolls (24 Poems)
THREE PALINODIAS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I. “Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,– To mortals ’tis but poison.” THE smoke that from thine altar blows, Can it the gods offend? For I observe thou hold’st thy nose– Pray what does this portend? Mankind deem … Continue reading
CELEBRITY. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
[A satire on his own Sorrows of Werther.] ON bridges small and bridges great Stands Nepomucks in ev’ry state, Of bronze, wood, painted, or of stone, Some small as dolls, some giants grown; Each passer must worship before Nepomuck, Who … Continue reading
Saturated Believing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Our bodies, like cloth dolls, immersed in the living waters of your holy word, living sacrifices each week given for your pleasure August 21, 2005 11:00, based on Romans 12:1-8 and the sermon by the Reverend Joel Guillemette, “For God’s … Continue reading
A Violet Shawl (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She sat beside me in the car a dark skirt a white, hand stitched blouse with bright Andean characters, dolls Sunlight poured through the windshield making her violet shawl drink it into the wool radiating color, a singular band of … Continue reading
With brutus in st. jo (Eugene Field Poem)
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the best; Milt, being rich, was much too proud to run the thing alone, So he hired an “acting manager,” a … Continue reading
Little miss brag (Eugene Field Poem)
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little lady puts out a lip As she looks at her own white, dainty slip, And wishes that she could wear … Continue reading
Hi-spy (Eugene Field Poem)
Strange that the city thoroughfare, Noisy and bustling all the day, Should with the night renounce its care, And lend itself to children’s play! Oh, girls are girls, and boys are boys, And have been so since Abel’s birth, And … Continue reading
De Amicitiis (Eugene Field Poem)
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed ‘em; In bed I lie With books hard by, And with increasing zest I read ‘em. Propped up in bed, So much I’ve read Of musty … Continue reading
The Old Man’s Calendar (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for a daughter is designed, The parents solely riches seem to mind; All other boons are left to heav’n above, And … Continue reading
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken’s bulging neck socket. His wide jaw line jostles atop his girlfriend’s body, loosely, like one of those novelty dogs destined to gaze from the back … Continue reading