Processes of Creation (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Processes of the land, of the water, the air of plants, of animals, of man natural processes, those of man, ...
Poems about ordered (44 Poems)
A Picture of God (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A picture of God remains in the recesses of my mind, an old resistant strain, a long dormant thread, a ...
Moses (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Made to see the burning bush Ordered the Pharaoh to free his people Slaves no more Escape through the sea ...
This Soul Cried Out (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
As He is so want to do, the lectionary was blended sharing a deeper message, in the mixing of the ...
Parsed Playtime (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Time measured and metered codified and labeled between clients and general practice work, in tenths of an hour little by ...
A Rustic Cathedral (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
A small sacred, holy space cloistered in the edge of the woods a place for reflection, meditation for fellowship and ...
Lady Bird’s Legacy (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Democratic medians between the black gray Ribbons of Republican highways Ike got it done but She made it work Bright ...
Rolling Stone (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Like an army general on parade reviewing the troops in the convoy tooling down the highway into battle I drove ...
The delectable ballad of the waller lot (Eugene Field Poem)
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
The Spectacles (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
I LATELY vowed to leave the nuns alone, So oft their freaks have in my page been shown. The subject ...
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 Impossible Thing (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
A DEMON, blacker in his skin than heart, So great a charm was prompted to impart; To one in love, ...
The Dog (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
Merlin II (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
Merlin (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
This House Which Is Lived In (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
This house which is lived in resounds with the chorus of voices bound in the press of its generous, unconcealed ...
Clouded dreams (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
At dawn I dreamed of wispy clouds, I had the time to wield and watched the regimented lines of cirrus ...
Bretton Wood (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Being old in the game (Ivan Donn Carswell Poem)
It was a half-life that seemed like a genuine world wielding hard symbolism over those who ruled it; we lived ...
In 200 B.C. (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
"Alexander son of Philip, and the Greeks except the Lacedaemonians--" We can very well imagine that they were utterly indifferent ...
Manuel Komninos (Constantine P. Cavafy Poem)
One dreary September day Emperor Manuel Komninos felt his death was near. The court astrologers -bribed, of course- went on ...
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 ...
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 ...
Westgate-On-Sea (John Betjeman Poem)
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
Loneliness (John Betjeman Poem)
The last year's leaves are on the beech: The twigs are black; the cold is dry; To deeps byond the ...
Love Incarnate (Frank Bidart Poem)
(Dante, Vita Nuova) To all those driven berserk or humanized by love this is offered, for I need help deciphering ...
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 ...
The Fish (Rupert Brooke Poem)
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
Epitaphs (Anne Bradstreet Poem)
Her Mother's Epitaph Here lies A worthy matron of unspotted life, A loving mother and obedient wife, A friendly neighbor, ...