Daily Bread – 1 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lord, we bow in prayer, the prayer you taught us taught the disciples, so long ago and we affirm the ...
Poems about comfortable (31 Poems)
Finding Our Niche (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
What would be said, if we were to close; who would know, who would care? What is our niche, our ...
Signs of the Times (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Kairos time, not Chronos time; how hard a concept, so easily missing. We live in times with signs, like the ...
Stepping into the Unknown (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Faith empowers, liberates removes the chains, the weights, the shackles on their feet, the spirits of their lives Enabling the ...
Leon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He walked the streets of the old mill town long past the heyday of his life heavy soles on his ...
Tabernacle (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Without walls, just the tent the place of the meeting for the people where God lived before the Temple before ...
Exhortations from the Pulpit (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She raised words of actions calls to action, to not stand in the way; but to enable, to embolden, to ...
Pencil #2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Lead and wood Fused for a purpose Life changes In blackened ovals Shading, within the lines Fear, struggle. Am I ...
Pool or Chess (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He prowled the room Around the table Intent Focused Body bent, contorted To make this shot and the next, already ...
The Porch (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I lay back in My lover's arms On the porch Under a star filled sky. How close I felt to ...
In the Daylight (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Touching you Seeing you, all of you In my arms Under me Beside me Exposed, vulnerable Taking a risk Sharing ...
Paul’s Mistaken (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Oooh, what was he thinkin? Tellin the womenfolk to be quiet, demur, deferring to their husbands... Not on this watch, ...
A Servant to Servants (Robert Frost Poem)
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
The Czar’s Last Christmas Letter: A Barn in the Urals (Norman Dubie Poems)
You were never told, Mother, how old Illyawas drunk That last holiday, for five days and nights He stumbled through ...
New Year’s Eve (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I The other night I had a dream, most clear And comforting, complete In every line, a crystal sphere, And ...
To mend each tattered Faith (Emily Dickinson Poem)
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate -- 'Tis threaded in the Air ...
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 ...
O Lord, I Will Praise Thee (William Cowper Poem)
(Isaiah, xii.1) I will praise Thee every day Now Thine anger's turn'd away; Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice. ...
Mortality (John Betjeman Poem)
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant Shiver and shatter and fall As the steering column of his comfortable ...
The Hideous Chair (Erin Belieu Poem)
This hideous, upholstered in gift-wrap fabric, chromed in places, design possibility for the future canned ham. Its genius wonderful, circa ...
Home (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I came back late and tired last night Into my little room, To the long chair and the firelight And ...
The Great Lover (Rupert Brooke Poem)
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
The Country Of Marriage (Wendell Berry Poem)
I. I dream of you walking at night along the streams of the country of my birth, warm blooms and ...
Do not be ashamed (Wendell Berry Poem)
You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine ...
Lines to a Don (Hilaire Belloc Poem)
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
Dream Song 54: ‘NO VISITORS’ I thumb the roller to (John Berryman Poems)
'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to and leans against the door. Comfortable in my horseblanket I prop on the ...
Bishop Blougram’s Apology (Robert Browning Poems)
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
Snapshot of a Lump (Kelli Russell Agodon Poem)
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
The Sale of Saint Thomas (Lascelles Abercrombie Poem)
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
To a Republican Friend (Matthew Arnold Poem)
God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz'd and practis'd by too few, But priz'd, ...