A Massacre – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a slaughter all those of an age all under two years old put to death to assuage the ...
Poems about model (31 Poems)
A Massacre (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
It was a slaughter all those of an age all under two years old put to death to assuage the ...
A Peasant King (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The first will be last The first a peasant king homeless, without a place to lay his head Without a ...
The Image of the Invisible (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Seeing Christ is seeing God, wherever we encounter him in the words of the holy scriptures in the lessons of ...
Saints (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Touching our lives, setting an example a way of living out the commandments for us to follow and to model ...
Creative (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Her grandmother commented on her drawing, her sketchpad in her lap sitting on the porch step I commented that she ...
A Time for Action (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
We have heard the news a crisis in the congregation urgent needs for a new appeal a new infusion, a ...
Healing a Nation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
That phrase, "healing a nation" kept going through my mind this morning thinking about the legacy, the model, the example ...
Her Wreath (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A white paper plate, a hole roughly cut out of the middle, with a few haphazardly placed pom poms, in ...
Losing Our Life Our Soul (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
In Sunday School, a lesson, on meaning of words, the difference they make and the learning in the difference one ...
The Fashion Plate (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Walking on the path Looking for a gator Down by the water A star preens for me And my camera ...
Crosswalk (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Iterative, coding conventions Six month of our lives Spent casting and recasting The structure of the new environment To bring ...
A Certain Male Timbre (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
The night wind (Eugene Field Poem)
Have you ever heard the wind go "Yooooo"? 'T is a pitiful sound to hear! It seems to chill you ...
Kinky (Denise Duhamel Poem)
They decide to exchange heads. Barbie squeezes the small opening under her chin over Ken's bulging neck socket. His wide ...
The Child and the Mariner (William Henry Davies Poem)
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Mac Flecknoe (John Dryden Poem)
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
New Territory (Geraldine Connolly Poem)
Sent off to boarding school at twelve, with a pair of oxfords, a pair of patents, my sterling silver christening ...
Dharma (Billy Collins Poem)
The way the dog trots out the front door every morning without a hat or an umbrella, without any money ...
Shoveling Snow With Buddha (Billy Collins Poem)
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
The Art Of Drowning (Billy Collins Poem)
I wonder how it all got started, this business about seeing your life flash before your eyes while you drown, ...
South London Sketch (John Betjeman Poem)
From Bermondsey to Wandsworth So many churches are, Some with apsidal chancels, Some Perpendicular And schools by E.R. Robson In ...
California Plush (Frank Bidart Poem)
The only thing I miss about Los Angeles is the Hollywood Freeway at midnight, windows down and radio blaring bearing ...
Old Pictures In Florence (Robert Browning Poem)
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Andrea del Sarto (Robert Browning Poem)
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
457. Epitaph on Wm. Graham, Esq., of Mossknowe (Robert Burns Poem)
"STOP thief!" dame Nature call'd to Death, As Willy drew his latest breath; How shall I make a fool again? ...
Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror (John Ashbery Poem)
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Daffy Duck In Hollywood (John Ashbery Poem)
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
Phenomenal Woman (Maya Angelou Poem)
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when ...