More than Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
Lingering on the phone Dripping with our chat Banter, interest, in our days Connection Cell phone minutes. (Raymond A. Foss)
He's on the stereo Smoky, sultry, Words dripping After waking, Start of day You in my arms Smell of you ...
Sweet, bide with me and let my love Be an enduring tether; Oh, wanton not from spot to spot, But ...
The carts squeak and trundle, the horses whinny, the conscripts go by, each with a bow and arrows at his ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
The sound of the closing outside door was all. You made no sound in the grass with your footfall, As ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
On young Albert Ramsbottom's birthday His parents asked what he'd like most; He said to see t' Tower of London ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Like Flowers, that heard the news of Dews, But never deemed the dripping prize Awaited their -- low Brows -- ...
A Dying Tiger -- moaned for Drink -- I hunted all the Sand -- I caught the Dripping of a ...
My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round. ...
I hadn't had the 'flu in ages, avoided all those awful places fraught of gritty eyes and splitting heads, patrons ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Where lies the land to which the ship would go? Far, far ahead, is all her seamen know. And where ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
Well, they are gone, and here must I remain, This lime-tree bower my prison! I have lost Beauties and feelings, ...
The successful man has thrust himself Through the water of the years, Reeking wet with mistakes -- Bloody mistakes; Slimed ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
How agreeable it is not to be touring Italy this summer, wandering her cities and ascending her torrid hilltowns. How ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
Another time. It was still night. Water slid Silently on the black ground, And I knew that my only task ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
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