A Waterfall of Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sometimes, I wonder of the source the wellspring of the words the lines on the pages that flow ever more ...
Sometimes, I wonder of the source the wellspring of the words the lines on the pages that flow ever more ...
So hard to grapple with the folly of our choices the stubborn march to dismay, destruction the lost souls of ...
The Bible, the ultimate frequently cited authority, the basis for the arguments over and over again. A legal term of ...
From art to law from beauty to pain a life with twists and turns bringing him home and bringing him ...
History, biography, adventure found in the pages I read how long I wanted to linger in reading the names on ...
Panic fills my chest Angry that I didn't find time That my life got in the way Ever present, tantalizing, ...
Red Sox win Yankees lose A story so big It led the news Bumped politics Down the page It may ...
A hush fell over the congregation lights dimmed, cloaking us all A glow grew, pew by pew Candles clutched be ...
In His presence, at His feet longing to hear the master speak Aware of the power, authority, the words of ...
The women-folk are like to books,-- Most pleasing to the eye, Whereon if anybody looks He feels disposed to buy. ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
COME with rain. O loud Southwester! Bring the singer, bring the nester; Give the buried flower a dream; make the ...
There was once a woman whose father over the years had become an ox. She would hear him alone at ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
for tess Tonight there's a crowd in my head: all the things you are not yet. You are words without ...
I BIRTHDAY VERSES Dear Aldrich, now November's mellow days Have brought another Festa round to you, You can't refuse a ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories -- although Himself had not complained. Biography ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
If the debate rages in the pages of the news today then I'm confused, I've searched and found no evidence. ...
I awoke with two poets in my bed, books I chose from the library, possibly intent on a swift read ...
These painful, cold athritic fingers have to last much longer yet, they're all I have to keep the pages on ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
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