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 ...
Where is the thread The need to be on point Playing when I should be reading Looking for more sources ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree? 'T is a marvel of great renown! It blooms on the shore ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
The old dog barks backwards without getting up. I can remember when he was a pup. (Robert Frost)
One evening at dusk as Noah stood on his Ark, Putting green oil in starboard side lamp, His wife came ...
There were only a few of them In all the earth Each one thought he was alone They sang, they ...
I saw this day sweet flowers grow thick -- But not one like the child did pick. I heard the ...
Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstance -- 'Tis well the name ...
We like March. His Shoes are Purple -- He is new and high -- Makes he Mud for Dog and ...
Again -- his voice is at the door -- I feel the old Degree -- I hear him ask the ...
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded ...
I started Early -- Took my Dog -- And visited the Sea -- The Mermaids in the Basement Came out ...
(co-written by Sharon Robinson) Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows that ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Sence fair Jessica hez left us Seems ez ef she hed bereft us, When she went, o' half o' livin'; ...
She woke me up at dawn, her suitcase like a little brown dog at her heels. I sat up and ...
I am standing in the cemetery at Byrds, Texas. What did Judy say? "God-forsaken is beautiful, too." A very old ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
Adieu, adieu! my native shore Fades o'ver the waters blue; The night-winds sigh, the breakers roar, And shrieks the wild ...
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
Still dark. The unknown bird sits on his usual branch. The little dog next door barks in his sleep inquiringly, ...
They call it stroke. Two we loved were stunned by that same blow of cudgel or axe to the brow. ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
More and more frequently the edges of me dissolve and I become a wish to assimilate the world, including you, ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
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