Snap of the McIntosh (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Out in the orchard, before the first apple placed gently in the bag, snap of the McIntosh to my bite, ...
Poems about bag (50 Poems)
Whoa! (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Whoa! or so she said in that perfect five-year old way, "that's a lot of peanuts!" she marveled, in her ...
Frozen Corn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
After the chaos, quiet the cascade of injuries quiet reflection on facts of life - She cannot fly, and thank ...
Ingathering (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They ran/walked purposely, eagerly from the chancel into the sanctuary, out between the pews, by the rows of smiling adults, ...
She was a Bride (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother's when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, ...
They Couldn’t Wait (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Eager arms pulling mine, transferring the bag with the loot from one hand to another depending on which side of ...
Closer to the Fire (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A summer, long ago a different sleepover, out under the stars, in the Berkshire woods when summer camp meant the ...
The Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
Apple Picking (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crisp air Ripe fruit Heavy on the bough. Cool in the hand. Filling my bag. Snap of a McIntosh Tart ...
Different (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Deleted emails Changed passwords Closed accounts Boxed memories Emptied closets And drawers Home-cooking finished Space in fridge and freezer Cupboards ...
No Time (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
Presentable (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I saw you before You were "presentable" White chest hair, almost clear Open mouth, broken tooth Eyes at half-mast Like ...
Got a Match? (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
Redux (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He pushed her away again Forced her out, bag and baggage U-Haul and truck A chapter closed If she lets ...
Quartermaster (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Corner store, Hole in the wall, loaded for every need A story of Storyville and how its done down in ...
Daddy Ray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A turn of the key The knob opens From the outside world To my home Daddy Ray! Daddy Ray! They ...
Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
The two little skeezucks (Eugene Field Poem)
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
The Shepherd And The Calm (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
Bag Of Mice (Nick Flynn Poem)
I dreamt your suicide note was scrawled in pencil on a brown paperbag, & in the bag were six baby ...
The Gum-Gatherer (Robert Frost Poem)
There overtook me and drew me in To his down-hill, early-morning stride, And set me five miles on my road ...
Sex Goddess (Maggie Estep Poem)
I am THE SEX GODDESS OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE so don't mess with me I've got a big bag full ...
The Return of Albert (Marriott Edgar Poem)
You've 'eard 'ow young Albert Ramsbottom, In the Zoo up at Blackpool one year, With a stick and 'orse's 'ead ...
Gus: The Theatre Cat (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
The Shark’s Parlor (James Dickey Poems)
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
The Threat (Denise Duhamel Poem)
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
The Obesion (Craig Erick Chaffin Poem)
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Happiness (Raymond Carver Poem)
So early it's still almost dark out. I'm near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...