Raining Prayer (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
Poems about business (42 Poems)
His Telephone Voice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I heard an echo of it, as I spoke to a prospective client it was his voice his telephone voice ...
The Psalter (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
ONCE more permit me, nuns, and this the last; I can't resist, whatever may have passed, But must relate, what ...
The Monks Of Catalonia (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
The Amorous Courtesan (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
Joconde (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
King Candaules And The Doctor Of Laws (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
A Fountain, a Bottle, a Donkey’s Ears, and Some Books (Robert Frost Poems)
Old Davis owned a solid mica mountain In Dalton that would someday make his fortune. There'd been some Boston people ...
The Code (Robert Frost Poem)
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Good-by and Keep Cold (Robert Frost Poem)
This saying good-by on the edge of the dark And the cold to an orchard so young in the bark ...
Hey Baby (Maggie Estep Poem)
Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on ...
False Notions, Fears, And Other Things Of Wood (James A. Emanuel Poem)
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
Richard Coeur de Lion (Marriott Edgar Poem)
Richard the First, Coeur-de-Lion, Is a name that we speak of with pride, Though he only lived six months in ...
Four Quartets 3: The Dry Salvages (T. S. Eliot Poem)
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Celestial Music (John Donne Poem)
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
The Wind didn’t come from the Orchard — today (Emily Dickinson Poems)
The Wind didn't come from the Orchard -- today -- Further than that -- Nor stop to play with the ...
I cautious, scanned my little life (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I cautious, scanned my little life -- I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads like mine ...
I Years had been from Home (Emily Dickinson Poem)
I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never ...
To risk your Liberty (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Called The Hon 'Lizard Gizzard' with aptness bearing fruit from his septic yellow face to his pinstripe business suit, famous ...
Beach Glass (Amy Clampitt Poem)
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
First We Take Manhattan (Leonard Cohen Poem)
They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom For trying to change the system from within I'm coming now, I'm ...
Phantasmagoria CANTO III ( Scarmoges ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
The Walrus And The Carpenter (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
The Art Of Drowning (Billy Collins Poem)
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
Business Girls (John Betjeman Poem)
From the geyser ventilators Autumn winds are blowing down On a thousand business women Having baths in Camden Town Waste ...
Diary of a Church Mouse (John Betjeman Poem)
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
Part 5 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
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 ...
The Dream (Lord Byron Poem)
I Our life is twofold; Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence: Sleep ...
Dream Song 2: Big Buttons, Cornets: the advance (John Berryman Poem)
The jane is zoned! no nightspot here, no bar there, no sweet freeway, and no premises for business purposes, no ...