Friends I’ll Never Know (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
A wide open world, the ether, the web, the connectedness the world so small, touching so many lives friends I ...
A wide open world, the ether, the web, the connectedness the world so small, touching so many lives friends I ...
Images woven with words recalling memories evoked by the story, the stories of faith, the stories of scripture, of life ...
beautiful, long stemmed, perfect blooms, captive blooms in the vases, of gifts of love from her, from me, from them ...
Each poem, each post, each email send out into the ether, the internet, the realm of cyberspace, each one a ...
Writing is so much about seeing the words, the constellations, points of light against the black sky, the mind's eye ...
Ponder and thought or so we ought rather than blurt and bluster which can make others fluster well, enough of ...
I remember when anesthesia meant ether and counting backward as you breathed in that singular smell One hundred, ninety-nine What, ...
It sat carefully on the one-inch thick pine board Dials and coils and resistors combined to catch sound from the ...
One of the amazing things in writing the poems, the posts for this blog, the numbers of lives touched people ...
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
Staring at the screen the computer watch the flash of images, messages of nothingness flickering bits of news with no ...
Photographs Forgotten, unseen Burst into view Rekindling old memories Moments of time Places smells moods shadows conjured up life through ...
A famous Greek, a playwright of the Gods a name from my scholastic memory, my past now on my computer ...
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood, Sweet-scented stuff when ...
"I grant you ample leave To use the hoary formula 'I am' Naming the emptiness where thought is not; But ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
Here on the slopes of hills, facing the dusk and the cannon of time Close to the gardens of broken ...
The lonesome for they know not What -- The Eastern Exiles -- be -- Who strayed beyond the Amber line ...
Its little Ether Hood Doth sit upon its Head -- The millinery supple Of the sagacious God -- Till when ...
It was a quiet way -- He asked if I was his -- I made no answer of the Tongue ...
Dropped into the Ether Acre -- Wearing the Sod Gown -- Bonnet of Everlasting Laces -- Brooch -- frozen on ...
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar, The Son of ...
Two butterflies went out at Noon -- And waltzed upon a Farm -- Then stepped straight through the Firmament And ...
I would not paint -- a picture -- I'd rather be the One Its bright impossibility To dwell -- delicious ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
(For G. H.) Say, does that stupid earth Where they have laid her, Bind still her sullen mirth, Mirth which ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
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