The Grog-an’Grumble Steeplechase (Henry Lawson Poems)
'Twixt the coastline and the border lay the town of Grog-an'-Grumble In the days before the bushman was a dull ...
Poems about grumble (31 Poems)
The Pearl (George Herbert Poem)
The Kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls; who, when he had found one, sold ...
Grumbling about Grace (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
So much we forget looking at the ground not looking up to feel God all around Our lives a joy ...
Equal Pay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In some ways the wages equal pay for equal work none of us earning the wages that he paid the ...
Unearned Wages (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The equal pay we receive whether new or old working for years in the fields, the vineyard to the ends ...
Wanting More Coins (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Somehow jealous forgetting the mercy wanting more coins when our wages should be for our sin The coin we are ...
More Than We Could Earn (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The coin we are given our time in the fields more than we could earn paid by his sacrifice already ...
Happy for My Neighbor (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
If I were one of the workers those toiling in the field how would I feel about my neighbor who ...
Are We His Followers (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When we make judgments when we grumble about his grace when we do not offer love when we cast the ...
Seeing Ourselves (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Part of the problem the blinders the cataracts the things getting in the way keeping us from seeing clearly All ...
Masks of Difference Only (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The illusion of something unique that we somehow are worthy that more than grace is at play in bringing us ...
Masks of Clay Only (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like masks of clay only the differences between us false grounds to claim another unworthy when we all carry our ...
God’s Extravagant Love (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Nothing like the world's judgment giving only when given offering only to those who would repay holding back forgiveness, compassion ...
Grace in Equal Measure (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
None of us worthy all of us have sinned all of us estranged from God our creator and king Only ...
The Nightingale (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Neighbour Peter’s Mare (Jean de La Fontaine Poems)
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Sam’s Racehorse (Marriott Edgar Poems)
When Sam Small retired from the Army He'd a pension of ninepence a day, And seven pounds fourteen and twopence ...
Old Deuteronomy (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
The Old Front Gate (Paul Laurence Dunbar Poem)
W'en daih's chillun in de house, Dey keep on a-gittin' tall; But de folks don' seem to see Dat dey's ...
127. Stanzas on Naething (Robert Burns Poems)
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
116. On a Scotch Bard, gone to the West Indies (Robert Burns Poems)
A' YE wha live by sowps o' drink, A' ye wha live by crambo-clink, A' ye wha live and never ...
Commandeering (Andrew Barton Paterson Poems)
Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed ...
Finis (Dorothy Parker Poems)
Now it's over, and now it's done; Why does everything look the same? Just as bright, the unheeding sun, -- ...
Symptom Recital (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I do not like my state of mind; I'm bitter, querulous, unkind. I hate my legs, I hate my hands, ...
The Irish Convict’s Return (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
Ye mountains and glens of Old Ireland, I've returned home to ye again; During my absence from ye My heart ...
All In a Family Way (Thomas Moore Poems)
My banks are all furnished with rags, So thick, even Freddy can't thin 'em; I've torn up my old money-bags, ...
The Eve of Crecy (William Morris Poems)
Gold on her head, and gold on her feet, And gold where the hems of her kirtle meet, And a ...
First Anniversary (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
The First Anniversary Of The Government Under O.C. (Andrew Marvell Poems)
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...