Our Work Ahead (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
Poems about brothers (42 Poems)
Our Work Ahead – as read (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, We thank you for this holy ground, this place we are gathered in We thank you for the vision ...
Oh Church (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The pastor, speaking in parables, and more directly to the congregation itself to brothers and sisters of the same cloth, ...
Acknowledging Selfishness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Mine, it is mine, give me what is mine. How often hear that, say that, whether in word or in ...
Rising to Selflessness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An earthy father, a parable man, forgiving his sons for separate sins same sins of selfishness greed, desires for their ...
After the Baptism (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The instant, the moment, the second he was baptized, touched by the spirit, he began, using the gifts, he had ...
A Gush of Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Metaphors, images, concepts, pictures thoughts welled up spilled over washed over me from her words his words From the pulpit, ...
Unexpected Conversation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
New patrolman and law student Brothers Between classes Debating, over lunch Gray edges of law Exigent circumstances Criminal procedure Search ...
Peter (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Calloused hands hearty handshake Bright eyes and easy smile consumed his face Brothers we are Mi Amigo, and confidante, through ...
Covenants (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words of heart and hope shared and pondered as brothers and sisters in praise and prayer tonight Our church owning ...
Yearning to Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eager, poised and ready unfurling in the hot July sun wanting, needing to join her sisters and brothers in the ...
The Rhemese (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO city I to Rheims would e'er prefer: Of France the pride and honour I aver; The Holy Ampoule and ...
The Poor Man’s Lamb (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poems)
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
William Rufus (Marriott Edgar Poem)
The reign of King William the Second Were an uninteresting affair There's only two things that's remembered of him That's ...
Alphonso Of Castile (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Dirge (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
Born Brothers (Mark van Doren Poem)
Equality is absolute or no. Nothing between can stand. We are the sons Of the same sire, or madness breaks ...
Unto like Story — Trouble has enticed me (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Unto like Story -- Trouble has enticed me -- How Kinsmen fell -- Brothers and Sister -- who preferred the ...
Steve’s tears (Ivan Donn Carswell Poems)
My beloved called to me to come and see Steve's tears, he was crying on TV; Steve Irwin, The Crocodile ...
On Love (Bliss Carman Poem)
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Gregory Corso (Gregory Corso Poem)
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
The Miller’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
To The Rev. George Coleridge (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
From the Dark Tower (Countee Cullen Poem)
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey’s Version Of “Three Blind Mice” (Billy Collins Poems)
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
FAIRY TALE (Graham Burchell Poem)
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
To The Dead (Frank Bidart Poem)
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
Part 9 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
All Watched Over by Machines of Loving Grace (Richard Brautigan Poem)
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammels and computers live together in ...
The Prisoner of Chillon (Lord Byron Poem)
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...