Stewards – haiku – 2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The world ours to tend the garden, ours to nurture stewards to the end April11, 2010 Deuteronomy 11:13-17 Psalm 8:3-9 ...
Poems about fool (31 Poems)
Painting the Dawn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
God's artistry played out before us painting the dawn on the canvas of the sky the seas warming with the ...
Into Our Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Creation, all that God created given to us, placed into our hands to be cherished and cared for each of ...
Into Our Hands – V2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Creation, all that God created given to us, placed into our hands to be cherished and cared for each of ...
Treasure the World (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
How we treat the reverence that we use handling the earth lovingly, as it deserves caring for creation treasuring the ...
Stewards – haiku (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Given the garden to tend and to care for, man stewards our whole lives April11, 2010 Deuteronomy 11:13-17 Psalm 8:3-9 ...
De Amicitiis (Eugene Field Poem)
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
The Cradle (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NEAR Rome, of yore, close to the Florence road, Was seen a humble innkeeper's abode; Small sums were charged; few ...
The Contract (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
The Amorous Courtesan (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
The Case Of Conscience (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THOSE who in fables deal, bestow at ease Both names and titles, freely as they please. It costs them scarcely ...
The King and the Shepherd (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule ...
Catch (Robert Francis Poem)
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together, Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, everyhand, Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, ...
New Hampshire (Robert Frost Poem)
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Monadnoc (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Sonnet XXI: A Witless Galant (Michael Drayton Poem)
A witless gallant a young wench that woo'd (Yet his dull spirit her not one jot could move), Entreated me, ...
The Paradox (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
I am the mother of sorrows, I am the ender of grief; I am the bud and the blossom, I ...
The God Abandons Antony (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
When suddenly, at midnight, you hear an invisible procession going by with exquisite music, voices, don't mourn your luck that's ...
From ‘The Testament of Beauty’ (Robert Seymour Bridges Poems)
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Solidarity Song (Bertolt Brecht Poem)
Peoples of the world, together Join to serve the common cause! So it feeds us all for ever See to ...
Paralysis (Rupert Brooke Poem)
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
Libido (Rupert Brooke Poem)
How should I know? The enormous wheels of will Drove me cold-eyed on tired and sleepless feet. Night was void ...
Jealousy (Rupert Brooke Poem)
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
Testament (Wendell Berry Poem)
1. Dear relatives and friends, when my last breath Grows large and free in air, don't call it death -- ...
Mazeppa (Lord Byron Poem)
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Dream Song 36: The high ones die, die. They die (John Berryman Poem)
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? â?"Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on ...
Cavalier Tunes: Give a Rouse (Robert Browning Poem)
King Charles, and who'll do him right now? King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now? Give a rouse: here's, ...
Waring (Robert Browning Poem)
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
My Last Duchess (Robert Browning Poem)
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
423. Epigram on the Laird of Laggan (Robert Burns Poem)
WHEN Morine, deceas'd, to the Devil went down, 'Twas nothing would serve him but Satan's own crown; "Thy fool's head," ...