Father Death Blues (Don’t Grow Old, Part V) (Allen Ginsberg Poems)
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
Poems about daddy (31 Poems)
Your Fears (Gary R. Ferris Poem)
Fear might come when you lie at night, Scared of things, that is not in sight. ***** Some fears are ...
Abba Father (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The love dripping from the call we call him Abba, Daddy, loving father our love wrapping us in the arms ...
Making the Whirlpool (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Hands behind little hands holding the reins of the harness the yoke of the draft horse pulling them around making ...
Describing in Detail (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
More than the words on the page trying to bring them there the moment in my hushed office feeling her ...
Curled up (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tightly wrapped, as she was so recently inside her mother's womb curled up in her father's arms matching bracelets, letting ...
Outstanding! (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like her sisters before her, an outstanding citizen of her class, her grade proud moment, for our little girl shouting ...
A Running Angel (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A burst of familiar motion racing down from the chancel to my pew A very serious angel needing to go ...
Stories (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
Shopping for Gifts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Little baubles, trinkets, t-shirts, something for my girls, for my baby. Mementos, toys, things Little gifts for them from the ...
The Size of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Tall mountains reaching to the sky Deep canyons, cut into the earth, gorges, valleys Huge blue whales, the enormity of ...
A Walk to the Bank (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her little hand in mine at least while I could hold her as she giggled free of my grip a ...
No Running (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Earnest, nodding heads a trio of repentant souls agreeing with the restated rule, after cleaning the debris, the drying eyes, ...
A Formal Tie (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sugar cookies, candy canes, Christmas trees, snow men, stars, ginger bread men, spirals, bells, all cartoon confections festooned my newest ...
Zipping Her Coat (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
An extra precious moment of peace stopping the back and forth of my day crouch down before her, as she ...
Her Salty Cheeks (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
She was crying, after bumping her head, her nose on the wooden headboard crying loudly within the space below the ...
Lollipop Lips (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were Four, Five, Six and Ten, or if you prefer, they were Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red, their mouths ...
A Hunk-a Hunk-a at-ti’tude (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Elvis was in the house, you could see it so clear in her stance, her pout She's gotta hunka hunka ...
Under the Tent (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A great way to start my day friendly giggling under the tent the sheet and comforter held up by daddy's ...
Daddy Ray (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A turn of the key The knob opens From the outside world To my home Daddy Ray! Daddy Ray! They ...
Shy Shy’s First Day (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
To the Park (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Here they are, the giggle sisters Mischief and Mayhem (along with their older sister Chaos) on the way to play ...
Hiawathas’ photographing ( Part V ) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Hiawatha’s Photographing (complete) (Lewis Carroll Poems)
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
To G. M. W. And G. F. W. (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...
96. The Inventory (Robert Burns Poem)
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
243. Elegy on the Year 1788 (Robert Burns Poems)
FOR lords or kings I dinna mourn, E'en let them die-for that they're born: But oh! prodigious to reflec'! A ...
280. The Kirk of Scotland’s Alarm: A Ballad (Robert Burns Poems)
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...