Faith of a Mustard Tree (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She wonders if I believe the words I write about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God Her submission ...
She wonders if I believe the words I write about her faith, her beliefs, her love of God Her submission ...
Sometimes, I wonder of the source the wellspring of the words the lines on the pages that flow ever more ...
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
Trying to explain who Shakespeare was what his plays were, what they were about, to a ten year old on ...
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
We are connected one another, every moment, every place, every cell, every movement, every utterance each action, reverberates echoes, across ...
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
When we let the moments of stillness bleed into us, they are there forever, to recall, even if ephemerally. It ...
Watching them play Seeing their notes on the paper Sensing the fun in practice in hearing the sheet come alive ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
There is a chimp named Ai who can count to five. There's a poet named Ai whose selected poems Vice ...
The war of words is done; The red-lipped cannon speak; The battle has begun. The web your speeches spun Tears ...
It pleased the Lord of Angels (praise His name!) To hear, one day, report from those who came With pitying ...
Over and back, the long waves crawl and track the sand with foam; night darkens, and the sea takes on ...
By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven -- So martyrs albums ...
When I close my eyes I cannot reconstruct your face but the three-dimensional solidity or you bursts through the tissues ...
Advertisements, they've trashed the web, somehow they've gotten into bed with common sense; ubiquitous and so intense, insistent as to ...
Truth is a golden thread, seen here and there In small bright specks upon the visible side Of our strange ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced, The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced, In ...
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
It's not that the Muse feels like clamming up, it's more like high time for the lad's last nap. And ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
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