Splatters of His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Summer Sunday best became splattered with His blood in the intinction, the joining of His body, His blood, the dipping ...
Poems about meal (51 Poems)
Broken for Us (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We stood in a circle around Your table heads bowed, hands clasped we waited She began to speak of the ...
Waiting for the Morning (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
(Thursday) A stark simple meal washing our feet stripping the church carrying out the Christ on the cross (Friday) Another ...
We carried the Christ (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A Maundy Thursday, dressed in black feeling more acutely perhaps meaning in the stripping, the solemn steps darkening the sanctuary, ...
Foot Washing (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
No last supper, no holy meal, a foot washing, instead servanthood to the last washing their feet as a slave, ...
Pizza for Dinner (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
On another night, the choice, the decision, would not seem so odd pizza for dinner, what could be wrong But, ...
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 ...
Christmas Continues (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We had another day of Christmas more family time, more presents, another big meal, another house full of squeals for ...
Washing His Blood (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
The Geometry of Dishes (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
Ssh, Pastor Peter is Praying (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her four-year old body figgeted, struggled to sit still in the pew to quiet her spirit where the sermon was ...
Old and New (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
They were quite a pair clash of cultures within these proud Quebecois each speaking a language I don't share with ...
The Eagle, The Sow, And The Cat (Anne Kingsmill Finch Poem)
THE Queen of Birds, t'encrease the Regal Stock, Had hatch'd her young Ones in a stately Oak, Whose Middle-part was ...
The Waste Land (T. S. Eliot Poem)
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
FOR THE LAST WOLVERINE (James Dickey Poem)
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
The Medal (John Dryden Poem)
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
The Poet Washes Dishes (Peter Conners Poem)
It took several hours. There were spaces in the cookware of which no one was aware, save the poet. The ...
The Higher Unity (G. K. Chesterton Poem)
The Rev. Isaiah Bunter has disappeared into the interior of the Solomon Islands, and it is feared that he may ...
The Task: Book IV, The Winter Evening (excerpts) (William Cowper Poem)
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
The Reeve’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
The Sompnour’s Tale (Geoffrey Chaucer Poems)
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Fears In Solitude (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
To A Young Ass (Samuel Coleridge Poem)
Its mother being tethered near it Poor little Foal of an oppress?d race! I love the languid patience of thy ...
A little ink more or less! (Stephen Crane Poem)
A little ink more or less! I surely can't matter? Even the sky and the opulent sea, The plains and ...
Melancholetta (Lewis Carroll Poem)
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
My Fairy (Lewis Carroll Poem)
I have a fairy by my side Which says I must not sleep, When once in pain I loudly cried ...
May (John Clare Poem)
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The Ballade Of The Automobile (Ellis Parker Butler Poem)
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
Part 7 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
Part 10 of Trout Fishing in America (Richard Brautigan Poem)
WITNESS FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA PEACE In San Francisco around Easter time last year, they had a trout fishing ...