Crushed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
Crushed Breached Bent Rent Your car Smell of fluids Spilt, spent Cold breath Hung in the air As I searched ...
Hours per credit Eat my life Sunny days indoors Reading, writing, digesting Old brain Slow reader Applying principle To facts ...
We are starting anew Tentative, cautious History between us Hope and skepticism mix Wax and wane But newness every time ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Two tales of the same story of where it all began Why it is as it is Creation, the start ...
On a floor of needles and leaves I sat in a cathedral of pine Five trees encircled my prayer Limbs ...
Listening to the timpani the rhythm of the rain the rap, the tap, the ratta-tat-tat, the staccato of the drumming ...
Here they are, the giggle sisters Mischief and Mayhem (along with their older sister Chaos) on the way to play ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
To the Almighty on his radiant Throne, Let endless Hallelujas rise! Praise Him, ye wondrous Heights to us unknown, Praise ...
Long long I lay in the sands Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
as if it were a scene made-up by the mind, that is not mine, but is a made place, that ...
Can I explain this to you? Your eyes are entrances the mouths of caves I issue from wonderful interiors upon ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
There were long hyphens in our day- When no one spoke; no one exhaled As we contemplated the broken puzzles- ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
How in all wonder Columbus got over, That is a marvel to me, I protest, Cabot, and Raleigh too, that ...
"I will arise and go unto my father" MALKUTH Dark, dark all dark! I cower, I cringe. ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
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