Cup (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Waiting for the cup, the blood of Christ symbolized in the grape juice kneeling at the rail waiting my turn ...
Poems about juice (31 Poems)
Consecrated (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The bread and the juice for the faithful, for his supper, the elements of the sacrament common bread, common grape ...
Blood and Tissue (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
For an instant on Sunday in the pausing after the amen I could see the capillary action the infusing of ...
More than Bread (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He brought tears to my eyes, so quickly this time, because he paused caught me with the pacing, the cadence ...
Eating the Word (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He spoke metaphorically so should we eat knowing that the bread is his body that the grape juice his blood ...
Fermented (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The French had nothing on us. okay, other than skill, tradition, and hygiene We all were vintners for a moment ...
Shy Shy’s First Day (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Hair just so in her pretty pig tails Don't you know "How do I look, daddy?" Drips from her lips ...
a body of rice (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a pure moment an instant never to be found again a four year old's faith caught in my ...
Dr. sam (Eugene Field Poem)
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
The Princess Betrothed To The King Of Garba (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
The Mandrake (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
The Petition for an Absolute Retreat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
The Rubaiyat Of Omar Khayyam Of Naishapur (Edward Fitzgerald Poem)
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
The Bride of Frankenstein (Edward Field Poem)
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
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 ...
Mithridates (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Alphonso Of Castile (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Bacchus (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
Snow White’s Acne (Denise Duhamel Poems)
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
Strawberries again today (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
The Garden of Janus (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
The Garden of Janus (Aleister Crowley Poem)
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Frances (Charlotte Bronte Poem)
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Part 2 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
The Englishman In Italy (Robert Browning Poem)
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
Men (Maya Angelou Poem)
When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the street. Wino ...
222. Verses to Clarinda, with Drinking Glasses (Robert Burns Poems)
FAIR Empress of the Poet's soul, And Queen of Poetesses; Clarinda, take this little boon, This humble pair of glasses: ...
If It Is True What the Prophets Write (William Blake Poems)
If it is true, what the Prophets write, That the heathen gods are all stocks and stones, Shall we, for ...
Prayer In Bad Weather (Charles Bukowski Poems)
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...