Shouting Their Witness (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The once timid disciples finding their voices able to speak shouting their witness the love of God for us Given ...
Poems about coffee (31 Poems)
Shaping the Stones (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That moment, together with the flames falling gathered together creating, through the Spirit a foundation, a beginning the stones of ...
Until the Voices Faded (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wrapped in worship holy voices raised singing in the night call each of us in the quiet of our hearts ...
On the Day of Pentecost – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Flames of heaven landing upon them all upon all of us imparting God's love the Spirit coming as Christ had ...
Made Shepherds (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the Spirit comes whether by flame or fire in whispers or visions in the night changing our timid hearts ...
Foggy day on the ocean (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
A Cup of Berries (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hand-picked, small blackberries each one fully-ripe, cool in the take-out coffee cup, sitting in the dark fridge. Open and inviting, ...
Our Beach (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The windward island, southern end, easterly beach early in the morning, before the hotel stirred pool chairs turned to the ...
The Stealth Roadie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where did he go, when did he spring into action set up the room, survey the scene the need for ...
The Geometry of Dishes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
Night in New Orleans (Nuhawluns) (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The Big Easy A world away From home My ears rang and sang With the loud jazz music The jumbalaya ...
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 ...
Unfocused (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Where is the thread The need to be on point Playing when I should be reading Looking for more sources ...
String of Pearls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Foggy morning On the Vineyard In Aquinnah Wet chair, hot coffee Sip in the heat Shake the daze Camera and ...
Café du Monde (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A plate of small hot beignets coated in a snow squall of light powdered sugar a dense cup of oh ...
Recipe For Happiness Khaborovsk Or Anyplace (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
One grand boulevard with trees with one grand cafe in sun with strong black coffee in very small cups. One ...
Snow (Robert Frost Poem)
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
THE LAST TIME EVER (Gerald England Poem)
1 am peering through blackness 2 am i feel your heart pounding 3 am your fingers running up my spine ...
ENGLAND’S OPENERS (Gerald England Poems)
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
The Alfresco Moment (Russell Edson Poem)
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
Sky Harbor (Norman Dubie Poem)
The flock of pigeons rises over the roof, and just beyond them, the shimmering asphalt fields gather their dull colored ...
We, The Living (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
We, the living, buried deep in selfish grief strive to comprehend the passing of your hour, minds are numbed, aghast ...
Cappuccino smile (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
Ah, the aromas of that conversation, the brimming, cappuccino smile swirled in chocolate rich and cinnamoned, the gentle coffee curlicues ...
The Sea (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things -a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three - That I hate, but ...
A Sea Dirge (Lewis Carroll Poem)
There are certain things--as, a spider, a ghost, The income-tax, gout, an umbrella for three-- That I hate, but the ...
Arrival At Santos (Elizabeth Bishop Poem)
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some scenery: impractically shaped ...
Lesson 1 (Julie Hill Alger Poem)
At least I've learned this much: Life doesn't have to be all poetry and roses. Life can be bus rides, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 09: Cabaret (Conrad Aiken Poem)
We sit together and talk, or smoke in silence. You say (but use no words) 'this night is passing As ...
The House Of Dust: Part 02: 02: The Fulfilled Dream (Conrad Aiken Poem)
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...