As Bold (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As bold as they became through the birthing by the Spirit the transformation on Pentecost so were they scared, timid ...
Poems about capture (28 Poems)
In the Snowy Woods (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Boots crunching in the soft snow deep tracks even for young companions temperature above freezing Walking into the woods, days ...
In His Talons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Okay, so I don't know it was a male hawk; but "in its talons" didn't sound as good; but I ...
A Reflection in the Chrome (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The blues, purples, yellow, gold baked into the chrome pipes of the classic Harley draw me to you, my camera, ...
Catching the Wind (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
The Essential Thing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Busy, busy lives, moving from task to task lists and messages, and calls, a barrage of things, things to capture ...
Becoming Airborne (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Trying to capture the aerialists on their perches, the loosestrife enticing them all to the pollen Trying to freeze the ...
Bejeweled (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Encrusted with jewels, diamonds, pearls, clear rubies, bedazzled with sequins, pearls of ever size and shape anointed and adorned the ...
Purple Passion (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Royal, rich, deep purple brilliant luminous petals drink the pulse of light from the fleeting flash burn the fragrant color ...
A Hug (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A purposeful stride across the room, a draping of a body across my shoulders, as I write lines on the ...
Shades of (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How do you capture living, changing color the shades of sunset, across the dome, the panorama, the full circle catching ...
Immersed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I became enthralled immersed in the imagery the depth of feeling sitting in the room of the gallery not seeing, ...
Thompson Hall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a moment of fate a convergence of events that gave me an opportunity chance to capture spark in ...
Fisherman (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I really did feel bad afterward; but at that instant, I was confused sorry, not knowing what to say He ...
Leaves in a Plane of Space (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A cluster of 4 leaves at the end of a branch in October New England easier for the mind to ...
Comet Kohotek (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A forgotten bit of space dust heralded before its fizzle but a wealth, a treasure for this son, sharing a ...
The Sugar-Plum Tree (Eugene Field Poem)
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? 'T is a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore ...
Soup Song (Russell Edson Poem)
How I make my soup: I draw water from a tap . . . I am not an artist. And ...
The Twins (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
An Oath (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret sperm ...
The Twins (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
An Oath (Aleister Crowley Poem)
(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation) Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire With secret sperm ...
Fit the Third ( Hunting of the Snark ) (Lewis Carroll Poem)
The Baker's Tale They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice-- They roused him with mustard and cress-- They ...
The Hunting Of The Snark (Lewis Carroll Poem)
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
Cupid Caught Napping (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
Cristina (Robert Browning Poem)
I. She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love her! There are plenty ... ...
The Glove (Robert Browning Poem)
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...