Inspired Words (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Words of history, of power his words reminding us of the work to be done, needs yet unmet, vision and ...
Words of history, of power his words reminding us of the work to be done, needs yet unmet, vision and ...
They ran/walked purposely, eagerly from the chancel into the sanctuary, out between the pews, by the rows of smiling adults, ...
He was there too, marching by, just ten feet from my spot beyond arm's reach solemn, marching in his blues ...
Signs caught my eye so much a part of the message Along with the feet marching, were the signs, "End ...
All starched and primped we were quite a sight, marching into the courthouse hand in hand, we walked waiting to ...
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...
A range of mountains Hues of plum, rose, and rust hover above the terrestrial hills cloaked in winter's gray, brown, ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum, Marching like soldiers, the children come! It 's this way and that ...
I'm a beautiful red, red drum, And I train with the soldier boys; As up the street we come, Wonderful ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring ...
Break off! Dance no more! Danger is at the door. Music is in arms. To signal war's alarms. Hark, a ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
AMONGST THE HIGHLY PLACED It is considered low to talk about food. The fact is: they have Already eaten. The ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
THEY pass before me, these Eyes full of light, Eyes made magnetic by some angel wise; The holy brothers pass ...
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
And the town is frozen solid in a vice, Trees, walls, snow, beneath a glass. Over crystal, on slippery tracks ...
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