The Little Lives Of Earth And Form (Philip Larkin Poem)
The little lives of earth and form, Of finding food, and keeping warm, Are not like ours, and yet A ...
The little lives of earth and form, Of finding food, and keeping warm, Are not like ours, and yet A ...
railroad yard in San Jose I wandered desolate in front of a tank factory and sat on a bench near ...
Off in the basement beyond the cellar stairway in the mist of the dust the harbingers of time Within the ...
A wonderful concept - dancing with God; but are we ready for him to lead, to guide us through life's ...
Multiple partners and yet one all of them ready for me to let them take the lead to guide my ...
Wandering, children sheep of his flock all of us watched over held in his hands our Lord Undeserving of his ...
Like the cost last at home the story of the older brother never leaving home but lost nonetheless Like the ...
Down into their basement one day treasures there abound a collection of life kept safe on the bare earthen ground ...
Around the days of our lives dancing with God simple, loving, cares somehow easier surrendering to his lead giving up ...
Our children, the fertile ground our lessons, our teachings the mustard seeds unpredicted futures; but the planting daily into the ...
Oh it was too easy, in my rush after the traffic to the bank, the banter of the customers marking ...
The wandering, the itinerancy, over; his face set to Jerusalem knowing the road, the way the cross before him The ...
Slaves, guests of the king guests at the royal banquet the wedding feast of the son Our names not found ...
Treasures of the king given to us, without merit, not earned gifts of grace, each day, given to us by ...
If only they understood, really understood that he wasn't a threat; no, he wasn't an earthly king though he was ...
A poem a day, for the past year flowing from the keys I press, the pen, the paper, the gift ...
A wonderful concept dancing with God but are we ready for him to lead to guide us through life's passages ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
Dawn has reached the ridges to the north and a thin line of light chased the night west; it is ...
I'm reading fellow poets' blogs today, a sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment or resorting ...
1) Sleeping birds, lead me, soft birds, be me inside this black room, back of the white moon. In the ...
Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it, My brother Shelley found it to be a place Much like the city ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
She who did not come, wasn't she determined nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart? If we had to exist ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
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