A Number of Heart Beats (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He numbers our days before we are born A question of how, of how the Creator could number our days ...
He numbers our days before we are born A question of how, of how the Creator could number our days ...
In Mission to the people of that simple place people of that land, roots deep in that rough scrabble eeking ...
We are to boast in our suffering, or so Paul said, so long ago boast for the presence of the ...
"Dad, it's a good day for a jog" or so I think she said, laughing over her shoulder, heading down ...
How lucky they were, these fishermen when the nets were empty what a turn of fortunes from failure, to call ...
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
When the house is quiet and the girls are asleep sitting at my desk, at the computer studying, researching a ...
A cluster of 4 leaves at the end of a branch in October New England easier for the mind to ...
We live in a time a world that Paul warned us about violence and righteousness claimed in your name the ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
Lingo of birds was easier than lingo of peasants- they were elusive, though, the birds, for excellent reasons. He thought ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
A man is a rock in a garden of chairs and waits for a longtime to be over. It is ...
You'll find -- it when you try to die -- The Easier to let go -- For recollecting such as ...
You know that Portrait in the Moon -- So tell me who 'tis like -- The very Brow -- the ...
To make One's Toilette -- after Death Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is ...
The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft -- yieldeth me -- If any ask me why -- 'Twere easier to ...
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly -- and true -- But let a Splinter swerve -- 'Twere easier for ...
No Rack can torture me -- My Soul -- at Liberty -- Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder ...
More Life -- went out -- when He went Than Ordinary Breath -- Lit with a finer Phosphor -- Requiring ...
Let Us play Yesterday -- I -- the Girl at school -- You -- and Eternity -- the Untold Tale ...
It would never be Common -- more -- I said -- Difference -- had begun -- Many a bitterness -- ...
It troubled me as once I was -- For I was once a Child -- Concluding how an Atom -- ...
I'd rather recollect a setting Than own a rising sun Though one is beautiful forgetting -- And true the other ...
I think to Live -- may be a Bliss To those who dare to try -- Beyond my limit to ...
By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea -- with a Stem -- If the Bird and the ...
'Tis easier to pity those when dead That which pity previous Would have saved -- A Tragedy enacted Secures Applause ...
It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness -- I'm so accustomed to my Fate -- Perhaps the Other -- Peace ...
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