A Bowl of Walnuts (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
Pining for peanuts praying for the nuts begging for them a gray squirrel by our porch pitch a peanut, watch ...
Long forgotten memories were preserved on the thin skin on the slides in the trays in the box, crushed years ...
Forget the frank, Give me the Fenway sausage. Lansdowne or Yawkey, Just give me the street, the crowds, the carts. ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
There was once a hog theater where hogs performed as men, had men been hogs. One hog said, I will ...
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool, That's noted for fresh air and fun, And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom Went ...
I'll tell you the story of Jonah, A really remarkable tale; A peaceful and humdrum existence he had Until one ...
There's a famous seaside place called Blackpool, That's noted for fresh air and fun, And Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom Went ...
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun; Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk; At rich ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
Thou hast nor youth nor age But as it were an after dinner sleep Dreaming of both. HERE I am, ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
In seventeen hundred, a much hated sultan visited us twice, finally dying of headaches in the south harbor. Ever since, ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Mystic shadow, bending near me, Who art thou? Whence come ye? And -- tell me -- is it fair Or ...
Little Birds are dining Warily and well, Hid in mossy cell: Hid, I say, by waiters Gorgeous in their gaiters ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
All the huskies are eaten. There is no space left in the diary, And the beads of quick words scatter ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Ah, you're just a copy of all the candy bars I've ever eaten. (Richard Brautigan)
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
Here, whence all have departed orwill do, here airless, where that witchy ball wanted, fought toward, dreamed of, all a ...
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