Black Velour (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
He sat quietly, patiently it seemed wrapped in black velour new purchase, or at least well maintained Sitting, up on ...
He sat quietly, patiently it seemed wrapped in black velour new purchase, or at least well maintained Sitting, up on ...
He is waiting, patiently at the door of your heart He as knocked, once again Will you let Him in, ...
Not the tent. the brick, the stone, the wood, a foundation, walls, maybe even plumbing, if we bring the story ...
It all starts with the quality, the density, the size of the snow bank. True now, true forty years ago; ...
Little vultures, circling over their fresh prey waiting not so patiently, swooping down and back, because they weren't yet ready ...
A tiny bride, with a veil that was her mother's when we wed White dress, white tights, black school shoes, ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
DIVERTING in extreme there is a play, Which oft resumes its fascinating sway; Delights the sex, or ugly, fair, or ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
WHEN William went from home (a trader styled): Six months his better half he left with child, A simple, comely, ...
You'll wait a long, long time for anything much To happen in heaven beyond the floats of cloud And the ...
In a stable of boats I lie still, From all sleeping children hidden. The leap of a fish from its ...
Heart of France for a hundred years, Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong, Quick to throb with her hopes and fears, ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
I cannot let the moment pass without a weary greeting, or retard the recent past where shadows still are fleeting, ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
How can we find? how can we rest? how can We, being gods, win joy, or peace, being man? We, ...
Oh! Death will find me, long before I tire Of watching you; and swing me suddenly Into the shade and ...
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my fingers, and I remember how the trout used to hide from ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
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 ...
Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life's gold can so refine And by thy art divine Change mortal weakness ...
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