After the Turkey (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
We sat sated in the den ready for pie; but not quite needing to sit a bit, settle our bloated ...
Living orange, growing, spreading eating the limb of the living tree, framed by the field, the backdrop of other fall ...
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
canaries in the mineshaft modern signs, metaphors, harbingers the web on the brink corals in decline icecaps melting deserts growing ...
He was who he claimed to be life giving bread eternal, nourishing renewing us, those willing, able to accept his ...
Pain spoke an audible gasp in the congregation at the sudden news of your recent passing a body giving in ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
A woman prepared a mouse for her husband's dinner, roasting it with a blueberry in its mouth. At table he ...
In his travels he comes to a bridge made entirely of bones. Before crossing he writes a letter to his ...
Mr. Ramsbottom went to the races, A thing as he'd ne'er done before, And as luck always follers beginners, Won ...
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, ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
I am a little world made cunningly Of elements, and an angelic sprite; But black sin hath betrayed to endless ...
As a child I played in the same frosty fields barefoot as my no lesser loved classmates, whom we challenged ...
The dung was recent, not an event unusual in itself but difficult to explain of cows grazing the other side ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
My wife and I lived all alone, contention was our only bone. I fought with her, she fought with me, ...
''Tis the voice of the Lobster: I heard him declare 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
Today I pass the time reading a favorite haiku, saying the few words over and over. It feels like eating ...
( A Poem in Remembrance) Bhaskar Roy Barman Jimmy, a black, snub-nosed bitch, a jaw shoved out, your eyes throwing ...
Just as the sun was setting Back of the Western hills Grandfather stood by the window Eating the last of ...
Whether what we sense of this world is the what of this world only, or the what of which of ...
Peoples of the world, together Join to serve the common cause! So it feeds us all for ever See to ...
In a dream I meet my dead friend. He has, I know, gone long and far, and yet he is ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
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