In the Candle’s Flame (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I sat transfixed, enthralled, entranced in the grip the allure, the beauty the magic in the flickering flame slowly consuming ...
I sat transfixed, enthralled, entranced in the grip the allure, the beauty the magic in the flickering flame slowly consuming ...
I heard a thwack, a sudden sound by the second floor window. It wasn't an acorn, though I thought it ...
Rich loam between my fingers, grip of stems, roots, balls of grass pull up through the rain drenched soil smell ...
We gathered, took time off, pondered our freedom, on the anniversary our Declaration of Independence when we dissolved the political ...
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
First storm of the year thickening sky, heavy air darkening below the blue weight on the limbs the leaves turned ...
A cold gray afternoon cocooned indoors, watching the scene change outside, in the colors, the feel, the mood morphing day, ...
Their honks and squeaks called her, caused her she raised her head skyward from north to south they passed over ...
Just fallen petals in the wet green grass shimmering in the late afternoon filtered sunlight after the rain rich color, ...
She raised words of actions calls to action, to not stand in the way; but to enable, to embolden, to ...
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
The smell Of recent rain Hit my nose Cold From melting Winter's grip (Raymond A. Foss)
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
Those who have touched it or been touched by it Or brushed by something that the vine has brushed, Or ...
What tree may not the fig be gathered from? The grape may not be gathered from the birch? It's all ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
It seldom snowed they said, perhaps they're right although seldom was never in that endless summer which tightened a fiery ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...
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