Sticky Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
To be sticky clay in the hands of the potter malleable to his touch ready for his direction Seeking his ...
Poems about performing (29 Poems)
Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Dirt and living water dust and the breath of life my vessel forming in the loving hands of God September ...
Clay – haiku – 4 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The dust of the earth living waters of our God shaped to be poured out September 3, 2010 Jeremiah 18:1-11 ...
Clay – haiku – 5 (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
formed by the potter from the lifeless stuff of earth alive in his hands September 3, 2010 Jeremiah 18:1-11 Jeremiah ...
Giving to His Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Warming in his touch feeling his guiding giving to his hands to clay to the potter Ever living flesh to ...
Clay in the Potter’s Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
When we puff ourselves up go our separate ways following other gods led utterly astray Forgetting our station the distance ...
Ever Let Me be Clay (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
Ever let me be clay never hardened to break ever pliable to your touch to the leading of your hands ...
In the Potter’s Hands – v2 (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
Like malleable clay warmed, cradled lovingly held in the potter's hands Our lives, our all held, ever in his care ...
My Voice Rising (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The words, this story, of his life, of the proof of the Savior of the coming of the Messiah. This ...
Fully Committed (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
I guess you could say, Peter was fully committed in those wondrous moments stepping from a swaying ship out onto ...
Performing Miracles (Raymond A. Foss Poem)
The miracles, performed by Christ; but more, performed by the disciples, the bread enough for the multitude walking on the ...
In the Potter’s Hands (Raymond A. Foss Poems)
I am clay in the potter's hands Mold me, shape me, make me What you will of me Use me ...
To Promise Is One Thing To Keep It, Another (Jean de La Fontaine Poem)
JOHN courts Perrette; but all in vain; Love's sweetest oaths, and tears, and sighs All potent spells her heart to ...
Constantly Risking Absurdity (Lawrence Ferlinghetti Poem)
Constantly risking absurdity and death whenever he performs above the heads of his audience the poet like an acrobat climbs ...
The Autopsy (Russell Edson Poem)
In a back room a man is performing an autopsy on an old raincoat. His wife appears in the doorway ...
A Performance At Hog Theater (Russell Edson Poem)
There was once a hog theater where hogs performed as men, had men been hogs. One hog said, I will ...
Mr. Mistoffelees (T. S. Eliot Poem)
You ought to know Mr. Mistoffelees! The Original Conjuring Cat-- (There can be no doubt about that). Please listen to ...
The Hippopotamus (T. S. Eliot Poem)
Similiter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut ...
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 ...
Impossible To Tell (Robert Pinsky Poems)
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
August (Dorothy Parker Poems)
When my eyes are weeds, And my lips are petals, spinning Down the wind that has beginning Where the crumpled ...
Pour Prendre Conge (Dorothy Parker Poems)
I'm sick of embarking in dories Upon an emotional sea. I'm wearied of playing Dolores (A role never written for ...
To A Small Boy Standing On My Shoes While I Am Wearing Them (Ogden Nash Poems)
Let's straighten this out, my little man, And reach an agreement if we can. I entered your door as an ...
To The God of Pain (Sarojini Naidu Poems)
UNWILLING priestess in thy cruel fane, Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain, Bound to thy worship by ...
A Mysterious Naked Man (Alden Nowlan Poems)
A mysterious naked man has been reported on Cranston Avenue. The police are performing the usual ceremonies with coloured lights ...
The Wreck of the Steamer London (William Topaz McGonagall Poems)
'Twas in the year of 1866, and on a very beautiful day, That eighty-two passengers, with spirits light and gay, ...
Paradise Lost: Book 11 (John Milton Poems)
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Paradise Lost: Book 12 (John Milton Poems)
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Call It Music (Philip Levine Poems)
Some days I catch a rhythm, almost a song in my own breath. I'm alone here in Brooklyn Heights, late ...