Silence (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Silence is golden or so the saying goes we see the sparing of hurt in silence Two men, men of ...
Silence is golden or so the saying goes we see the sparing of hurt in silence Two men, men of ...
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card ...
How will the case go How will we ever know It depends On the totality of the circumstances The best ...
Thoughts and memories Baggage carried for way too long How to shed pain and confusion When so much time has ...
A slower pace On the Banks Palmettos sway Translucent green Or tawny papyrus brown Mesmerize A northerner Away from the ...
Where is the thread The need to be on point Playing when I should be reading Looking for more sources ...
What do we learn from the roads not taken, of choices made without full exploration? "What if", and "where would ...
A motorized voyeur Driving down the road By the farm At the cusp of autumn A figure toiling in the ...
Words of heart and hope shared and pondered as brothers and sisters in praise and prayer tonight Our church owning ...
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
He reads my latest attempt at a poem and is silent for a long time, until it feels like that ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
The stupid jerk I'm obsessed with stands so close to me I can feel his breath on my neck and ...
Some coffee had gotten on a man's ape. The man said, animal did you get on my coffee? No no, ...
There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding off every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep. Sleep ...
The day after Christmas, young Albert Were what's called, confined to his bed, With a tight kind of pain in ...
Thou hast committed- Fornication: but that was in another country, And besides, the wench is dead. The Jew of Malta. ...
for Allen Here, on the farthest point of the peninsula The winter storm Off the Atlantic shook the schoolhouse. Mrs. ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
The last unicorn was never free to chose another ending, the plaintive melody entrained with sweet orchestral strains describing it ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
And so I had a glaring revelation, I couldn't find the poet in the man although I read his life ...
I'm reading fellow poets' blogs today, a sustaining source of entertainment; I admire their style without exciting comment or resorting ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
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