serious (44 Poems)
Painting in the Rain (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A little rain wasn’t going to stop us we were there to scrape, to prime the house to help out, make progress. Laughing as the rain ran off the roof and down my back, holding the ladder for the scraping … Continue reading
Balance Beam (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Scampering on the bar the rail at the top of the chain-link fence how agile seemed the runner the beam walker escaping the scary predator (me) jumping over the wire so human the hands of the gray squirrel needing a … Continue reading
Turning Five (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No longer the same little girl or is she, the same, really? An impish grin, cunning, negotiating a better deal for herself, the sisters in a moment she is the same; but running to the school house, out of our … Continue reading
Our Story (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I told our story again, yesterday driving down the highway, with strangers sharing our story, of love, of courtship of finding belonging, hope, faith coincidences, sharing moments of fun, of joy of spontaneity, and serious reflection of a two-month turn … Continue reading
Red Sox Win (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Red Sox win Yankees lose A story so big It led the news Bumped politics Down the page It may even reduce New England road rage A-Rod and Jeter What can be sweeter Oh look, We caught a cheater Taking … Continue reading
Joanne (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The violin sang over the hum, the rumble the guitars by her side They held the rhythm oh, but she was the soul verve, the muse that danced across the room catching the conversations short for a moment or two … Continue reading
Prof. vere de blaw (Eugene Field Poem)
Achievin’ sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, Our old friend Casey innovated somewhat round the place, In hopes he would ameliorate the sufferin’s uv the race; ‘Nd … Continue reading
Our Two Opinions (Eugene Field Poem)
Us two wuz boys when we fell out,– Nigh to the age uv my youngest now; Don’t rec’lect what’t wuz about, Some small deeff’rence, I’ll allow. Lived next neighbors twenty years, A-hatin’ each other, me ‘nd Jim,– He havin’ his … Continue reading
The Magic Cup (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev’ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To dark suspicion grown an easy tool; No soft repose he finds, by night or day; But rings his ear, he’s … Continue reading
A Confidant Without Knowing It; Or The Stratagem (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing smiles, Engaging looks, soft tears, and winning wiles. Wars in his empire will at times arise, And, in the field, … Continue reading