A Clutch of Pearls (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We snuck away outside after being in while they had a bit of lunch fresh rain hung in the air ...
Poems about july (51 Poems)
A Pretty Girl (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In happy moments moments when she isn't pouting, or making a face arguing, squinting when she is just a pretty ...
I Was Six (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
Poetry in My Soul (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
A Trip to Crazy (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her four-year old voice a lint of curiosity her part in the game "Where are we going?" she inquired. Usually ...
Blood Moon (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The moon, a day before full, hung suspended low to the horizon above the tree line hauntingly, disquiet settled on ...
Four Poems (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Not one, not two, not three, but four poems writing themselves simultaneously a jumble in my mind urging me down ...
Lost (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I crossed the parking lot The man in the convenience store beyond the gas pumps trying to cash already cashed ...
Velvet Horns (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Two denizens, children of the forest broke the tree line stood in the civilized space, the green clearing the lawn ...
Rain on Her Skin (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A photo, a memory, flashed on my computer screen screen saver of a loop of honeymoon pictures an exotic place ...
A Bit of Down (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The edge of the water's surface Cupped a bit of Mallard down this morning. Shed and forgotten by its owner ...
Mates (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The mallards Paddle before me Male and Female Two abreast One wake. Written Sunday July 23, 2000, at 9pm (Raymond ...
The Ledges (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eight silent canoes Pushed off onto the still waters At 2am on a July night. The full moon and stars ...
The Wall (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Maybe those who believe A piece of your soul Is stolen with each photograph taken Are right Reflecting back over ...
Half Staffs (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
D-Day and The Fourth Bookends of a month In the life of the Nation The death of a President Reminders ...
Future Curmudgeons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I can see them, In my mind, Fifty years hence Two old friends, by then Friendly banter, tall tales Fish ...
Nice Teeth (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seven descended on the table Away from the crowd He sat in the middle, Back to the wall Surveying the ...
Congo Square (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sneakers of mud Squish between my toes Move to the music Unhinge my spine Rain upon me Don't have a ...
Simple Lessons (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Pure distillation Living words informing our understanding Human existence Reclaiming the relationship lost at the fall and each failing of ...
A Solitary Sentry (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Frozen in place, a messenger of late summer standing, at attention, bowed a bit at the end of winter having ...
Yearning to Bloom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Eager, poised and ready unfurling in the hot July sun wanting, needing to join her sisters and brothers in the ...
Sacrifices (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Sacrifices big and small if we are truly to answer his call for our lives as people and a family ...
A New Shepherd (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We heard a new shepherd in the quiet of the congregation listening, hanging on each new word our attention held ...
When the Evening Darkens (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
The Beginning of Wisdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the beginning, we were afraid we knew our nakedness biting into the flesh of the fruit of the forbidden ...
A Prayer for Wisdom (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Wisdom, discernment precious gifts, a heritage, a grounding a life worth living when these are the callings of the heart ...
The Death of the Hired Man (Robert Frost Poem)
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
Charms (William Henry Davies Poem)
She walks as lightly as the fly Skates on the water in July. To hear her moving petticoat For me ...
Answer July (Emily Dickinson Poem)
Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July ...
A Birthday (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...